Don't be confused, nor let the fatigue wash over

There is far more in you, than the marijuana you inhale

Why be in hell? When you're promised paradise

Looks like Comfort is synonymous with lies

Filled to the brim, yet you want more

Making sense just to get cents

How far can man go, with a Vision of the past?

But don't be confused, nor let the faigue wash over

I am far more than an ordinary man, O Yes O Yes

These rituals are more situational than traditional

These superstitions only leave nations in stitches

But I have relations with Gods

And blueprints of the Future