(Benson) My life in the D is a tragicomedy A poetic verse It's voodoo some say black magic ettouffe A dead man's curse It's just like the Egyptian tombs Tunnels leading to empty rooms Skeptics think it's a doctored photo Of a U.F.O You're wasting your breath on life after d**h Coz I'm almost sure If hell does exist than the Devil's a scientist Finding a cure It's life microscopic size Unseen by the naked eye The answer's encoded with ink That's invisible When God made the earth and saw his net worth He posed for a shot And life in the D is what was handed to me And that's what I've got It's all just a hologram Locked in a vault it's a cryptogram A lie on the Polygraph test It's detectable