yo, streetlights guide my path, straight blurry, tryin not to fall on my ass, just my physical a small price to pay for the mental, i told em id write to it, so they put an instramental got, nothing but love for my world that im building, one day ill be dead playin wit the blessed children, cause im a, come back a prophet to the world that has existed inside my head before i first wrote a word or said, my mission statement, ill be here facing myself, for all eternity, i wonder if i'll ever see all those who felt me, but truly all every reactions an implosion of self, that we impose on our selves, so i know, that one day my paradise will arrive, but what then, high off the change, that the toked smokes providing..awareness.