(Intro: Lights Out) What defines an artist? Never afraid to pass the limit, we could easily forgive a child who’s afraid of the dark, but the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. What defines an artist? Motivation to become, try not to become a man of success but rather a man of value. What defines an artist? The mind, thinking is talking of the soul with itself. What defines an artist? Preservation. Sitting at the table doesn’t make you dinner, to withstand hunger you must seek food. What defines an artist? Structure, a strong foundation so that the art you create cannot be broken. See him, Poe, walk with him, Picasso, an artist true to his art, hear him speak… (Poe Picasso speaking) You hear what he said, that was self explanatory, that was Lights Out ladies and gentlemen, and I’m Poe Picasso, representing God Given, Exhibit A: The Real Hip-Hop Project, let’s get into it, without further ado… (Verse I: Poe Picasso) Before we start, you know I had to thank the people who copped this, a brief introduction something like a synopsis/Exhibit A was a thought but it sparked into more than a thought words poured from the heart/no support from the niggas who thought my thoughts were nothing more than mere thoughts/niggas thought that negative thoughts would stop me from artistically expressing my thoughts, you’re wrong/I guess you thought I’d fall off-course and over turn my train of thought/no force in this universe can knock me off my high horse no Christopher Reeves, please/more like a Brandon Routh I’m on point with the ballpoints, over-and-out, you copy?/I do this for my ancestors, and my gang banging street niggas throwing up hand gestures/school students going through the peer pressure, insecure teenagers going to extreme measures/I do this for them, do this for you, do this for her, do this for him…

(Chorus) This is more than just words scribbled down, if I write it, I wrote it for a reason, get it now…/do this for demands of rap fans with high hopes, real music, soul music by the bulks/moving units from the east to west coast, real music, soul music by the bulks, load ‘em up let’s go, load ‘em up… (Verse I) I tried to refrain from the couplets and the quatrains but I couldn’t/haikus and cinquains, pulsating through my veins, like Peruvian cocaine/coppin’ raw from Salvatore, in El Salvador, bulls rage being tempted by the matador/red flagged for Mein Kampf and Art of War, 1984, Behold the Pale White Horse, can’t even read a good book anymore, without getting flagged, wonder why they flagging me for/look, the books we read indeed breed terrorist, hidden in the verbs and predicates, and you wonder why they stop giving degrees to jail predicates/now they telling to me switch my flow, ok, what should I do just be a little more commercial, so these shady motherfuckers can sign me to Universal, then they turn around and say “Poe chill, don’t take it personal,” we know you nice and your songs are fully capable but you just need am image cause we don’t know what to make of you/gotta sell records, hit records, make a mil or two but who’s it benefiting taking a second is it me or you?/a few people call me conscious due to my strong lyrical content, homey that’s non-sense/I’m your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper, only respect the real rappers who did it, none after/it’s that simple, end of story, done chapter/I’m your favorite rappers favorite rapper, only respect the real rappers who did it, none after/it’s that simple, done story, done chapter (Chorus) This is more than just words scribbled down, if I write it, I wrote it for a reason, get it now…/do this for demands of rap fans with high hopes, real music, soul music by the bulks/moving units from the east to west coast, real music, soul music by the bulks, load ‘em up let’s go, load ‘em up… (Verse II) Heavenly father you can’t blame me I had no father, nor a role model, never found a positive person to follow/I was a youngin’ but I still remember, being a immersed in the verse, music cranked pumping 5 percenters, God body ideology, supreme knowledge, mathematics, Muslims, Elijah Muhammad/a cultured emcee was the thing of the time, incorporating science in every one of they rhymes/you see we learned a lot from hip-hop, I never knew who Machiavelli was until the 7 Day Theory dropped/Jay-Z taught a nigga like me how to keep a low pro and let my money bubble quietly/Biggie wrote the Ten Crack Commandments, a hood manuscript to educate niggas on that hustling shit/Kanye West let it be known about the conflict issues in Sierra Leone/Lupe did the same when he wrote Conflict Diamonds, made a nigga think twice bout shining so…/it ain’t all about a righteous message, more about writing with a message, whether positive or negative, the point is you writing something with relevance, complex like Napoleon or Oedipus, I read a lot Mr. Teacherman never taught me shit/school wasn’t my main source, So Fuck What You Think like Main Source, hip-hop was my main source/school wasn’t my main source, So Fuck What You Think like Main Source, hip-hop was my main source, “They Don’t Get It”... (Chorus) This is more than just words scribbled down, if I write it, I wrote it for a reason, get it now…/do this for demands of rap fans with high hopes, real music, soul music by the bulks/moving units from the east to west coast, real music, soul music by the bulks, load ‘em up let’s go, load ‘em up…

Hold the awards, claps, daps and applause, I’m back for the cause, a rebel wit an immaculate cause, pause.../sincerely yours, Poe Picasso, God Given squad, freedom fighting for all my niggas wit a crummy job/life is hard, no façade on my tracks, I target you cats with fraudulent raps, stop lying man/you ain’t a thug and so what if you was, before you even start talking man your mic is unplugged like this.../cut ‘em off fake niggas get dismissed, ya’ll vocal booth thugs straight softer then infants/talking real greezy but get robbed in an instant, for instance, your name ain’t “banger” it’s Winston/all of a sudden niggas wanna ride skateboards, long train rides trying to find where the Bape store, if you can’t skate, why the fuck do you skate for, trying imitate them rebellious white boys huh?/sight sore with your colorful clothes, ya’ll being exposed for the cornballs that you really are/straight lame, ya’ll some MySpace superstars, go on any block guaranteed your unfamiliar/switch lanes now back to la familia, renaissance music you better get familiar/moving along second half of the song, the first half was just a sample of the shit that I’m on, be warned/Exhibit A’s just a taste of real rap in your face, food for thought dog dig into your plate, it’s great/the crème de la crème, way better than most of them, way smarter than most of them, way deeper than most of them/thought I was tired, think again, I got my second wind just when you thought it was safe, here I go again/and yes, my vernacular’s spectacular, exquisite when I'm writing my lyrics check out my character/every session's a massacre, ballistic when I spit stand firm in my position, prolific in my deliverance/uh yeah, this is a glimpse of my exhibit, every picture that I paint a depiction of something different, but you gotta pay attention to see the message within it, so before you make assumptions just take a second to listen cause.../thus far these rap stars are subpar; lyrically, straight trash, wordplay, straight trash/any category that I didn’t mention straight trash/so sad stop writing get a garbage bag/these niggas mad cause they know that I’m nice, the shit that I write probably take ‘em years to deciph/my flow is precise, ready to strike, music’s my life, gotta kill me if you tryna pull the plug on mic, like...

Close range, staring down the barrel of a .45 caliber like Kurt Cobain/damn I’m wishing I could pull the trigger, blow my fucking brains out, thoughts smeared on my fathers pictures/overdosing on false hopes and false dreams, oriental seams, fitted raw denim jeans/shit seems too farfetched, my context is complex and my concepts you can’t catch/just imagine being raised on a feeding tube, had to swallow all the lies they was feeding you/had to follow all the lies they was teaching you, had to shut the fuck up cause who the hell you speaking to?/apparitions seen like premonitions, Ghost In The Shell fully loaded, more ammunition/ready to spark like live wires, electric pulse, through your pulse feel the jolts of electric volts/I feel repulsed, my results pulp fiction, Colt 4-5thin', 9mm gripping, Henny sipping, triple beam scale tipping, drug flipping, china white caine sniffing/Honda Civic two door lane switching, chain glisten, screws in my brains missing/mayne listen, niggas is the game slipping, dames bitching, fiends on the floor twitching/black prisons, heroine in veins itching/it’s God Given, Picasso it was written...

It’s like I’m back with ya, the resurrection of hip-hop, you think not? I’m that nicca!/I come through like I usually does and keep it live like the music’s unplugged, get it right dog/a lot niggas done forgot what it was, a damn shame look what rap has become, you killed it/wack niggas, you trash ass niggas, and you lame ass niggas, and you fake ass niggas did it/real shit don’t exist anymore, every rapper bust guns, every rapper sold raw, sure…/I won’t believe it til’ I seen it, you wack niggas is fiendin, street dreaming for the street credibility, all liabilities with no lyrical capability or the ability to move me with wordy agility no…/let it sink for a minute, tryna catch up to my lyrics gotta think for a minute no…/tryna catch up, wack nigga need some back up, throw in the towel, back up, this aint a even match up, you a Tonka I’m a Mac truck, turn Blanka on these Street Fighter niggas get zapped up/shock therapy for anyone hearing melody, the people’s choice voice Poe F. Kennedy, in loving memory to real rap music God Given stand up, new era let's do this/we been doing it, the only niggas doin it, we keep doin it, and yall jus ruin it/all I need is a budget, a mic and lawyer, a news interview with Diane Sawyer and watch me come out the foyer wit a contract for ya, rep for the predecessors that came before ya, pioneers of the game who paved the way for ya/I promise, not to soil on the soil of greatness/I take these words and engrave it, on the pavement, that I walk on, til' I get killed, outlined in white chalk on/a multi-million dollar dream wit a marketing scheme, chasing the cream got me feelin fatigued, it’s mean, Money Talks like Charlie Sheen no in between, dollars in the washing machine keep my Euros clean, sit back watching my team from the mezzanine/upper level where my seat is, all expense paid continental what the suite is, shhhhh this is our little secret can’t put em on, can’t let these niggas leak it/peep this, Ralph Lauren is the only decorum, talk of the town I’m the neighborhood forum, sorry to say it but you rap niggas boring, turn on the TV BET got me yawning…/Nas is right yo hip-hop is dead, and you wack niggas guilty for putting a bullet in its head, and with that being said, I’mma end this joint early cuz this shit was just a waste of lead

Two words, hip-hop, real rap, so hot, non-stop, drug stop, gun cock, cell block, cop weight, set shop, court date, guess not, court case, get locked, this is how we move…/two words, real life, three crimes, three strikes, long day, short night, low pay, black price, wrong way, no lights, bus stop, fare hikes, no votes, no rights, this is how we move…/two words, covert, war hurts, black shirt, black jeans, red flag, wrong turf, guns burst/two words, whole verse let’s switch it up, pace, time to pick it up, right about now…/mortgage monopolies, the government seizing your property, vision it properly, home is just to home to hypocrisy, secrets atrocities covered up by democracy, mute the cacophony, still fulfilling prophecy/this is between me and you like monogamy, the study of the moon and the stars, basic astrology/ecology the study of the habitat surrounding me and pardon me for my lack in respect in authority but this niggas snitches and they yappin to authorities and, this niggaz bitches so they shoulda joined sororities man/I’m tryna flip it but they victims to conformity, everybody nodding they heads niggaz applauding me/two words, Bloomberg slash Sean Connery, war against the rich and the poor open the armory/two words, cook coke, slash street pharmacy, street pharmaceuticals paved the way for minorities, gave birth to flipping and pitching, the word quarantined, dirty mattress on the curb is the home to fiends/crystalline alkaloids, clinics giving morphine, now more fiends becoming addicted to morphine, morphinism is just another condition where pain killing prescription is abused and infects the system/we all victims of the FDA, biggest legal drug dealer in the USA, hey what can I say I take Tylenol, Bayers, Aspirin, Excedrin, generic brand headaches medicines with 50 side affects and now I’m suffering from depression, until my light bulb turned on like Thomas Edison/realize the biggest terrorist is modern medicine, steroids given to athletes for adrenaline, hormones given to fags to make ‘em feminine, tired of the lies, dear God please let me in…

(Verse I - Poe Picasso) I stand in the middle of the city like an obelisk, preparing for the apocalypse, weapons are smuggled in funded by the government, terrorist harboring, feeling like I’m huddled in/I’m ruffling through old rhymes and composition notebooks, just a close look of what I feel inside, behind the eyes of a Brooklyn representative, I see clear, paint pictures with my penmanship/commemorative for all my comrades in Baghdad, and fallen soldiers who crossed over with no closure, I pray to God the war is over, before the kingdom come, standing right in front of Jehovah/ghetto politics and Reaganomics, I hear the streets sobbing, no option can’t go to college, kids gloomy see they faces looking melancholy, marijuana smoke engulfing the building lobby, probably due to the stress of the situation, renovating hood property, gentrification, purification of the tainted minds, reading right between lines while I’m standing at the scratch line/revitalize the vital signs of hip-hop, lyrical renaissance enlighten like John Locke, Wall Street stock brokers and shareholders conversing over lavish meals planning corporate takeovers/Hollywood makeovers, surgical implants and liposuction, botox and breast reductions, repercussions of destroying the sacred vessel, can’t eat from the golden fruit or enter into father’s temple (Chorus) Some much going on that’s it hard to cope, I got my back to the wall inhaling my smoke/breathe in, let it stimulate the mind, breathe out, helps me go that extra nine/I got my boots laced tight no time for stage fright, I cant fumble ya’ll, sand in the hourglass leaking, I feel ‘em creeping grim reapers and the demons, my God Given right to fight I stay dreaming (Verse II - Influence) The elite have priority and authority, the majority rules and minorities are doomed, we have an inferiority complex, take things out of context, it’s mental bondage end up dead or ex-convicts/this conflict left us devastated, some turn atheists asking why God created us and put hate in us, gave us crack and angel dust and dangerous environments, circumstances that render early retirement/as I walk down 34th Street mid stride, I catch a glimpse of the beautiful people who are miserable inside, it’s hard to swallow the truth with a belly full of lies, even worse, it’s hard to swallow ya pride/some are hallow inside, hollow men, see their faces light up like halogen lamps and jack-o-lanterns on Halloween, they need some collard greens and soul food to stop the belly ache of what we all go through on the every day a reason to celebrate and getaway, someone to demonstrate a better way/we were selling weight in '88 in the ghettos, this drug game ain’t the same still some are afraid to let go/cats walking wearing an Esso Che t-shirt, posing as revolutionary but haven’t done research, others leap feet first six feet under the earth in early graves, straight to the pearly gates, tryna impersonate gangsters and mobsters, wankstas, imposters, get shanked up and shot up, an environmental by product of the city life, fast cars and city lights, right right right right… (Chorus) Some much going on that’s it hard to cope, I got my back to the wall inhaling my smoke/breathe in, let it stimulate the mind, breathe out, helps me go that extra nine/I got my boots laced tight no time for stage fright, I cant fumble ya’ll, sand in the hourglass leaking, I feel ‘em creeping grim reapers and the demons, my God Given right to fight I stay dreaming

(Verse I) Look, man up you know boys don't cry, we hold it in anytime we bout to step outside, now with that being said wipe your eyes because tears are a sign of weakness when you step outside/look you don't want to get left outside by hollow tips burning holes through your chest outside do you, burns deep need a vest outside, aside from the fact you get pressed outside/soft niggas turn cold hearted killers, rebel guerillas turn into 25-to-life bidders, outside see a saint turn sinner and a loser to a winner, sterile woman to a life giver/outside black males turn niggas, blacksheep of the back streets he ain't wanna pack triggers, outside everyday gotta clap niggas, the vendetta with baretta's watch ya back niggas (Chorus) Outside (gang bangers), outside (drug dealers), outside (bootleggers), outside (informants) (Verse II) Outside there's a war zone we call home where intruders get treated with the 4-chrome/outside where the whores roam and your block's quarantined immune difficiency are full blown/syndromes for ring tones and new phones, hitting the Diamond District looking for some blue stones/streets cold collar's popped on my pea coat, ain't nothing pretty, gritty, grimy, city chasing c-notes/outside there's a g-code, either you slang drugs, bang blood, claim cuz, peach folks/outside man it's no joke, shanks poke, gun tote, cut throat shit's deep throat, and snitch niggas leak info like Deep Throat, close to the end watch ya step it's a steep slope/outside it's an unstable habitat, infected with guns, crack, rats, government boobie traps (Chorus) Outside (9-to-5 workers), outside (dollar cab drivers), outside (high fashion boosters), outside (crooked cops) (Verse III) But there's more than just murder outside, opportunities arise get further outside/there's a chance you might make it outside, land a good job, buy a piece of pavement outside, own your own crib, pay your mortgage payments outside, raise your own kids family elevation outside/there's two sides when you step outside you got the bad side and good side, bad guys and good guys/so don't believe what you see on tv, half of these rappers are image trying to sell a cd,/outside being someone that they thought they could be, outside painting pictures of a hood that we never see/the rap hood ain't nothing outside, poor depictions of conditions that we living outside, you can see it for yourself man it's vivid outside, if you spit, better live it when you visit outside (Chorus) Outside (single parents working), outside (freedom fighters), outside (city counselors), outside (black entrepreneurs)

(Chorus) Is this life, is this life, is this life that I’m living, this life that I’m living/is this life, is this life, is this life that I’m living, this life that I’m living, is this life, is this life… (Verse I) Eighteen and I’m out on my own with no chaperone, I always worked best when I working alone... (born alone, die alone, gotta work by yourself to achieve…)/I’m self reliant self sufficient, push myself to go the distance, no family, no friends, just an artist on a mission, but I had to slow my roll, I was on a crash collision, full speed to a brick wall of government restriction (I was speeding, had to slow it down…)/I’m a minor in the eyes of the law, man of God with no permission when I’m spitting but my words gotta cause, don’t get it twisted I’m addicted to glamour and cars, but there’s more to rap than metaphors and bars, that’s why I avoid the raps about guns and broads (can’t do no cliché raps man…)/recycled repertoire in every up and comers collage, I’m all about stocks and bonds and the government wars, going on dropping bombs who’s responsible for... (gotta ask yourself man, who’s responsible for all this man, you know it, I know it, we all know it…)/the homeless and poor, sleeping on the dirt and the floor, what’s certain for sure, Army troopers knock on your door, asking you for enrollment to the Marine Corps... (Army recruiters recruiting minorities, it happens all the time…)/get sent to Iraq, strapped with explosives, clapping up soldiers, driving Land Rovers, the war on terror will never be over because... (war is fueled off profit…)/because niggas never realize, we the one who terrorize, when we try to colonize, industrialize and enterprise, taking over land that isn’t even half our size... (invading smaller nations…)/slaughtering children and wives, taking mad innocent lives, leaving little kids deprived, from where did this all derive, answer... (we need some answers, I know where it came from you, you know where it came from, we all know…)/answer the land of freedom, better yet the land of dreaming, land of heathens, land of demons, land of politicians with contradictions said while they speaking, answer... (that’s not good enough we need some more answers…)/answer, home of information, also free education, can’t forget segregation between different faces of different races from different nations including Haitians, Jamaicans, Puerto Ricans, Asians, Caucasians, no matter relation, we all victims of prejudice, hatred, racial discrimination, false accusations, we all slaves of the system/fuck emancipation proclamation, probably get incarcerated for my heinous comments, but the fall of another great nation is upon us, Exhibit A, real life, real rap, real music… (Chorus) Is this life, is this life, is this life that I’m living, this life that I’m living/is this life, is this life, is this life that I’m living, this life that I’m living, is this life, is this life…

Far from a gangsta yet comfortable in my own skin, you’ll never catch me loitering I be with grown men, networking, working on building establishments, I’m scoping out seizable properties down on Madison/you, pail in comparison, I grind for the cash, you grind for the ass, get ya mind right time move fast, before you know you’ll be 30 in a moment, on the couch still paying rent when you shoulda been a owner/a fools paradise, living in obscurity, thinking that wealth is measured by the cars, clothes and jewelry/hip-hop is dead, well I’m the one that read the eulogy, you ain’t impressive and your corny records ain't new to me/it’s very simple to grab a pen and a pencil write a corny sixteen then arrange it on a instrumental, but it takes a emcee to creatively construct a verse full of metaphors and hot similes/not saying that metaphors and similes makes me any better than you, on the contrary, I’m just saying that my metaphors sound a whole lot better than yours do, I’m so clever/break it down, simplify the noun, move a couple verbs and adjectives around, here, understand me now.../I guess not, I get away with smart remarks like that, that little test just cemented the fact that, most niggas listen but they listen with both of their ears closed, if I drop a slick line it never gets inside their earlobes, but if I emphasize slut, bitch, motherfucker, suck dick I guarantee you’ll hear that shit won’t ya?/point proven systematically choosing exactly what you wanna hear, it’s ironic how I’m being muted/and I ain’t calling anybody stupid, call it attention deficit disorder for the low performing students, Poe cool it man I think you struck a nerve with these insecure fake thugs crying its absurd/what, you getting mad cause your vocab doesn’t go past four letters Dr. Seuss’ing all your words like.../block hot, cop shot, glock pop, you so hot, what, you so not, impressive the underlying message of this whole record is niggas really don’t get/no matter how I say or said it, this is an epidemic spreading through the cracks and the crevice of every ghetto premise, I need leverage/one finally question, why the smartest niggas gotta act stupid just to get accepted, perpetuating and advocating stupidity following, stupid corny motherfuckers in this industry, gotta be kidding me, what happened to the art form, two sixteen’s and a hook ain’t a hot song, this rap shit so ridiculous, and this aint a diss song, yes it is, so fuck ignorance!

From the beginning it was me chillin, planning to throw a curve ball like Curt Schilling my fans cheering/up to the mound for the 9th inning, chew my tobacco spit it out, like Cal Ripken my hand twitching, sweat dripping profusively, this is my game winning opportunity I can’t miss it/look, listen, I played the minor leagues for two seasons now I’m leaving for the grand arena, city pitcher like Mariano or Mike Mussina, Thuganomics like John Cena you can’t see me/Bronx bomber full coverage seen on every TV, watch me, look, I’m show boating like a Globetrotter on the ave., Brooklyn bullet-dodger, born famous with a scar, black Harry Potter/why bother, rhyming with the boy he’s a beast like Hank McCoy you can’t tame him, so real he’s the real McCoy but still remains real casual and coy, the champ’s reigning/that was a double metaphor you ain’t catch it like an alley-oop eight feet from the basket, game set, ain’t nobody gonna match it, sweat seven-love I’m federal with the racket/look, moron, I spit bittersweet like an oxymoron, I want the ring like Zoron, or else I’ll call my rangers up like Zordon and turn shook niggas into stone like a Gorgon/far beyond status quo fuck your pedestal the Nat King Cole flow so unforgettable, incredible, impeccable, undetectable, Edgar Allen Poe, flow so conceptual, so beautiful and oh so sensual/portraits on the roof of cathedrals like Michelangelo, nun chucks like Michelangelo, the black novelist we heard the caged bird sing like Maya Angelou/intangible, non-other, I’m simply amazing like Dick Grayson the boy wonder from down under, abruptly woken from my slumber, I hibernated and rejuvenated for the summer/you hear me coming for you like hmmmm, hard bottoms on marble floors, my foot steps reverberating off the walls you can hear me down the hall, I school niggas like Prentice Hall, monumental, Taj Mahal, we producing hear the mating call, your downfall cascading like Niagara Falls, rise and fall bring it back to the drawing board, truly yours, Poe!

(Chorus) She cries, she cries, she cries, she cries, ain't nobody tryin to hear her out, no one knows what she's crying about/She cries, she cries, she cries, she cries, the whole world needs a resolution, we must stop the pollution/not just for me, not just for you, not just for us, but for the whole world, not just for me, not just for you, not just for us, but for the whole world, not just for me, not just for you, not just for us, but for the whole world, not just for me, not just for you, not just for us, but for the whole world (Verse I) The whole world takes advantage of her, she's the mother of our great, great, great, great, great grandmothers/we all came from her, many rituals and ancient ceremonies used to be held in the name of her/tribal Africans sacrificing their gain for her, during dry season just praying hoping for rain from her/we cut her down for lumber building domains on her, crusaders invading leaving human remains on her/forest fires igniting we burning flames on her, operating heavy machinery, flying planes on her/Colombian villagers growing cocaine on her, Iraq militants and civilians are slain on her/political prisoners held and detained on her, revolutionaries, fighters, and freedom is gained from her/nuclear missles and pistols inflicting pain on her, crying everyday cause nobody's willing to change for her, that's why, that's why, that's that's that's th-that's why (Chorus) She cries, she cries, she cries, she cries, ain't nobody tryin to hear her out, no one knows what she's crying about/She cries, she cries, she cries, she cries, the whole world needs a resolution, we must stop the pollution (Verse II) Envorinmentalist is campaigning, raising global awareness but nothing really is changing/recycled bins aint filled in, Al Gore on the podium addressing excessive use of petroleum/a multi-million dollar budget for wars not even ten percent of that budget is used for solar powered cars,/yeah it's wrong but it's funny, American money funded Katrina inadvertently flooding the country/greenouse gases coming from the Hummer's, Maybach's and Jag's slowly melting polar ice caps/it's like that global warming is a fact whether white or black, it effects us all now we must react before it's too late, and the world discinegrates and turns planet of the apes/the tsunami and Katrina was a prelude of what might happen if we don't do what we gotta do/and i ain't trying to save the planet, no planeteers or ring no Captain Planet, I'm just explaining the mechanics, why the little lady cries due to human damage/that's why, that's why, that's that's that's th-that's why (Chorus) She cries, she cries, she cries, she cries, ain't nobody tryin to hear her out, no one knows what she's crying about/She cries, she cries, she cries, she cries, the whole world needs a resolution, we must stop the pollution/not just for me, not just for you, not just for us, but for the whole world, not just for me, not just for you, not just for us, but for the whole world, not just for me, not just for you, not just for us, but for the whole world, not just for me, not just for you, not just for us, but for the whole world

(Verse I) Confused I was, real quiet kinda timid, one to mind his business, type of nigga catch me mixing liquors wit the older niggas/I never let a nigga violate me only once, flashbacks had my ego bruised for a couple months/was slumped over coochie, even got snuffed over coochie, what I look like fightin for unfaithful coochie/you can have it dog, trust me I aint mad at all, I broke it off and move and moved along and found some green pastures uh/no ladys man, insecure Albert Brenneman, Alex Hitchens turned me into Marcus Graham/yeah this is now but that was then, I wasnt debonair with the gear nor was I Dapper Dan/confused, various substances I abused and fused my appetite for booze, with me writing blues/the volume on the iTunes tuned up to tune out negative rumors, that they spewed out/about, the same artist more commonly known, synonymous flows and pushing the envelope/like the Postman, Kevin Costner, Oscar nominated, best screen, soundtrack and most hated/waited, till my patience got jaded, tired of waiting, so anxious like Ginuwine but more refine/confused I was, and I dont blame on the liquor and drugs Im stone cold/but not Stone Cold Steve Austin, but stone cold like Jimmy Morrison, man Im overdosing, over ya heads like jet fly bys, or David Ames in the Vanilla Sky, no one got the storyline Who am I, where am I, what am I doing, delusion, illusions of confusion/who am I, where am I, what am I doing, delusion, illusions of confusion/who am I, where am I, what am I doing, delusion, illusions of confusion/ (Verse II) Home alone like McCauley, mommy hardly there, poppa never seen him, never cried, never shed a tear/he turned ghost Patrick Swayze, directly 5 days after my birthday he pasted away/there I stood still in disbelief, right beneath my weary feet, six feet of soil their he lay deceased, in peace/confused I was, disconnected like tripping the plug (watch ya foot homey)/Im Matt Damon with an ultimatum, Jason Bourne, scorned, identity torn, ducking from federal agents, from Dusk til Dawn, me and Architect like Riche & Seth Reservoir Dogs gripping fire arms/Mr. Brown meets Mr. Blonde, and Problem Child is my confidant, thats my right-hand man, the whole plan already underway, decoys already deployed its too late, they took the bait/gave us time to assimilated and infiltrate, the whole game from the inside and blow it sky high, boom/confused I was, and I dont blame it on the liquor and drugs, or on the second thought

(Chorus) Even the scales need balance, the moon must align with the planets, 12 signs all aligned with the water and tides, controlled by the moon, Neptune, the end will be coming soon, but until I meet my doom, I leave a trail, Libra scales   (Verse I) The nozzle of a barrel is a black hole, crack capsule, half closed, held in the hand of the damned, it’s wicked/Son of Sam, everyday is like the summer of 1977 over here, moving in fear, of mass murders I hope you got your Sloman Shields, when the raiders and the burglars appear/beware, time drawing near, big brother, watch for Gestapo see they operating undercover, researchers discover concrete facts like almanacs, seen through the zodiac/unidentified flying objects, abducting performing projects on test subjects, befriended a lost alien like Elliot, illegal aliens circle my premises, we all dwell in Roswell yeah 
  (Chorus) Even the scales need balance, the moon must align with the planets, 12 signs all aligned with the water and tides, controlled by the moon, Neptune, the end will be coming soon, but until I meet my doom, I leave a trail, Libra scales    (Verse II) I see the fallen angels and forgotten prophets, prophecies of Malachi and Nostradamus, I’m still lost, with a precise map and navigational compass, accomplished nothing, ultraviolet rays from the sun don’t shine down where I’m from, had to become nocturnal, walking through hell like say a Dante and Virgil/inferno, 9th circle, my reflection forever eternal, in the puts of the abyss on the river Styx I sail with King Herod and some heretics/last supper, think I need some table etiquette, amidst the mist of the redeemer, 11 believers and one traitor/crucified at Golgotha one savior, one cross, the whole prophecy fulfilled but humanity suffered the greater lost/I’m sorry ya’ll, I often wander, like a lone a samurai minus the sword and the armor, karma, Buddhist practice laws of dharma, code of honor, its all ethics, and for the narrow minded I didn’t mean to come off so eclectic/now check it, Is every conscious rapper really conscious?, and all the mainstreamers talking nonsense? no, so never labelize a person, Behind the scenes doesn’t necessarily mean your not working   (Chorus) Even the scales need balance, the moon must align with the planets, 12 signs all aligned with the water and tides, controlled by the moon, Neptune, the end will be coming soon, but until I meet my doom, I leave a trail, Libra scales    (Verse III) And for the record, I did this on my own merit, so fuck your plaques certificates and your merits/ fuck that neo-soul pro/black bull rhetoric, cuz ya’ll all in favor of slavery like confederates/hypocritical ass self-righteous rappers, reading from a script trying play the role like an actor/theories all backwards, the shit that you spit don’t depict nor fit, the lifestyle that you live, like this, radio don’t play, anything that we say, so I say, fuck Hot 97 and a Power Play, cuz nowadays, Southern artist get more play, West coat artist get more play, New York artist get no play/I didn’t want to say but I couldn’t walk away, like Craig Dave, nah I had to let my Umi say, exactly what I feel so this message I relay, you replay, no delay  trust me, we will find a way (Chorus) Even the scales need balance, the moon must align with the planets, 12 signs all aligned with the water and tides, controlled by the moon, Neptune, the end will be coming soon, but until I meet my doom, I leave a trail, Libra scales   

Before we leave you know I had to thank a few people, God Given, Royal Fam, yeah I see you/Exhibit A was a quick preview but got 4-star reviews like Ebert and Joel Sigel, I'm trying to break grounds like the Beatles, forget moving units dog I'd rather move people/now what's the point of moving ten million records when ten years for now you're gonna be forgotten/nowadays anything's considered classic, a drastic change from the way that things was in the past when MC's used to master their craft, but I guess I'm just feeling nostalgic/nothing is original there's nothing new under the sun-god, please King Amun-Ra, Ja, Yahweh, Allah, Jesus Christ, whatever God you pray to pray he sheds light, or she, there's no real gender in divinity, Poe, Prob, Arc; we the trinity/innovation is lacking the game is boring, oversaturation, rappers is flooding the market, overcrowded, hip-hop is a culture not a trend my friend so you can make your departure/ got me feeling like Shawn Archer, ready to Face Off, the Blue Period bout to take off/I hope you ready, the Gallery is coming soon, to an art theater near you, but it's no Guggenheim nor Louvre, it's my mental museum stay tuned...