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? '