If I go and think to gain then I die a king If I sit and think to hide then its as a kid I die So I go to think and sit as I toke the dankest sh** In the end kid king its d**h I get The daft defeatist don't think to feign faith in god Don't hesitate to feed fate if its dope I nod And I do think its fate shes doing dope to doge I think she thinks to hide see she needs that fog So I go to ink this song as she goes to hide in gin She don't see the need to fight as faith gets thin I don't see the need to hide as fate sets in I had the ego of a king as I see this end A sad song to sing so I shift to faith I think of d**h as a gift and I see that gate As an ant to a king is a king to a god So its I that thinks to hide and the faith is fog Dont O.D