[A-Rain]

Lights on like my phone came on, or I came gettin' dome when my mother came home
home grown in a song where the rhythm of incision is vivid and known
cause this life will cut deep, so I'm stitchin' my existence, my decisions dead wrong
but we s'posed to live right, so I put on headphones
and put on for my city, real gritty like gongs for a breakfast that a veagan would be pleased to be shown
then I transform into a sandstorm
and dust you until you turn into a landform we can dance on
and build up a society of rioting and lying beings
lead by drug dealers puttin' pride in rock like Lion King
siamese to that way of life, it's propriety
gettin' high off life, while y'all practicin' sobriety
then we trade places like Akroyd and Murphy
Fuck the weed and liquor cause they never did deserve me