Scud One - Philosopher Stoned Outro lyrics

[Verse] I'm still studying the sun, moon, and stars That the one truth is "God Is love" above He, She, You, I, or Ours It was always a collage Was removed from the yard, schooled with Holden Caufields To avoid holding coffins or bearing with the palls They had silver spoons and two-car garages Fathers was Templars, I had to troop to school through a gauntlet Christine's son got shot in the head, but still lived Your time bent like dog years Lodges and the gangs come in blue and red like blood do in the arm If it ain't doing no harm it beats doing a bid Go 'head and tell the little kids we was kings and queens in Egypt But nothing they can use to break free from what's recent I wrote this on Jupiter. Divine freedom. That's 4th of July Same day seen a grown man, tear in his eye At the bus stop, he ain't "getting by" He ain't getting a ride Why should dreaming be deferred, why should I be deterred If the universe was built from just a word If you can't overstand, you on the wrong firmament, Copernicus Ask me "What it do?" I tell them learning is a verb Yet from curbside my panoramic pain makes fans To your Instagram worldwide… figures So in my hood, I take pictures of white people who take pictures I'm a philosopher stoned, amidst the roads where bullets whisper The kind Pulitzer Prize winners wouldn't find in they poems I fit the description of victims and listeners Provided to the inquiry on whom they might find in they homes So you can catch me catching the whip from Uncle Sam, or Catch me in the whip the color Aunt Jemima's hands We pharaohs in Camaros, have them P-noid These thoughts could keloid most Americans' apparels But I'm too comfortable in fly sh**, been high on both horizons You haven't eaten Thai yet... let that digest Between all those that might could tell you 'bout the LSD The ayahuasca and the weed but nothing in between the Boaz and Jachin Those who slept with Madonna, Kabbalists That the dollar sign spells Isis, that all of us Have the power to ignite, become Christ, and triumph over crisis Just like this I'm a philosopher stoned