[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] Long breaks to break things down, uhm Gunman letting off clips of chrysanthemums Everybody's dumb These words resonate in attempts to eclipse hate that slips.. wait! Obsolete bodies fall like petals Bombast combats with the meekness of a "have-not" Nymph with a comely smile come a while and chill Shush and don't rush Got to push the brusque limits L ride with a female driver Staring at rosy legs like the scene of a crime Veneers of godiva melted I asked if she read in spare time The innocence of a paracosm is the memory in mind Strong enough to hold 1,000 children in her hands Not to mention things that I can't mention Scant hope but I feel soul swelling Earthy elevator is my despair But where?