(Verse)
Some say the end is near, and if life's a rat race, then I'm the rat that was genetically engineered to last longer than the rest, an experiment gone wrong, but it was probably for the best, created in the confines of a great test tube, who found hip hop as a place to take refuge, whose skin was tougher than leather like Rubin produced him, finally able to break away, let loose, because I got a strong will like Phillip Bank's nephew, my country's actin' backwards like A.S.U., we'll never be saved, rescued, or delivered from this mess unless the message of change gets through, the world is despotic, under the control of the hypnotic, society's been adopted by the psychotic, the world at large is the product of a colonic, crises of the climate and violence in every continent, I don't trust politicians, I'm religiously weary, I don't think anyone can see through the mystery clearly, slowly as the globe peeks towards entropy, more and more I view the world existentially, morality debates, higher mortality rates, no one in reality's safe, each day's a challenge we face, political unrest, people miserable, upset, tryin' to live within their cynical subsets, I haven't given it up yet, but time's against me, talkin' to clocks in attempts to try to get free, lookin' at the hands of time flippin' me birds, growin' angrier without a thing to be heard, cries of anguish fall on the ears of the deaf, 'till I can't yell anymore, the sound of fear in my breath, so I rest, tired, hopin' for destiny, while the air expires, holdin' my chest, I weep