I'm feeling like the young Basquiat
My ignorant art is so vivid
Half of you will never get it
Until your mind is gone
From the propane
That's the gas from THC
I don't understand whats gotten into me
You should agree
That my ego is on a Kanye level
Let the beat
Beat your soul
Till you revel
Like heavy metal on a Sunday
Redrum from the gun
It's not your fault
Just blame it on the Bombay
And the jays you was blowing
Before you coughed all your sins away
You got on your knees
Not to bless his holy name
Just because your lungs is weak
From the smoke
You just hope
That you make it to see 23
That's the dream
MLK were raining on your parade
With our ignorance
We can't blame anyone but ourselves
That's been our problem
Since we were free
We in control of the boat
Don't you wanna be free? '