[Verse 1: Z Layne]
Aww yess
One of the final tracks
Has that resolution backing
Solution for the future
Its all so confusing
In fact im diffusing at this very moment
Dont call me a rapper
Call me a poet
Dont be offset by all the scary moments
We just pa**ing thru, man chico wrote it
Huxley warned did you read what he wrote
Hanging dead in a lighthouse
Good book dont bring any light now
I hate that I am wrong wow
And i hate that I had to find out
Paradise is in the heart
Doing dope k**s the soul
But where do we start
When I die with my mouth wide open
My brain has been stolen
Heaven is calling, but I hear it from below
There tugging at my soul
Man I just wanna go home
Ive been here for too long
So leave that stripper pole alone
And evacuate the money all around
It ruins your soul
Skeletons in the body of the hopeless
But you hope less when your homeless
Just a guesstimate
All these olds wants more s**
So desperate unimportant
Deport the imported
Shadows staring out windows
Of the old home portions
Bad vibes when I step in that home
Something strange about d**h
And thats just how it goes
Where does the soul flow
Upwards or no soul
Oh no
I dont wanna know
The Soul