--lyrics--
show me a time where my mind would really matter,
feel like life is getting sadder every step you climb the ladder,
or the stairs,
so i gotta scatter with my peers,
and look for something that'll take me back like souvenirs,
back in foolish years i would never hang with different crews,
opened up my eyes and noticed we got different views,
and even though i know i promised no predestinate,
the people spreadin hate i'll see you all when we're at heavens gate,
understand that im the man yes im a real one,
sorting out the plan and tryna get the deal done,
smoking all the hate away so i dont feel none,
heal some stripes with the snipes drop the steel son,
im to ideal, sun in my eyes im visionary,
know your charade right away like it's pictionary,
so get a dictionary, see if you can find a single line a single rhyme or a design i cant align fine,
life's a kitchen,
twisted like a macaroni everybody busy breaking bread and making guacamole,
listen homie,
fuck feelin remorse,
half of you will split from the source like a divorce,
so go solo,
and never yell for help like marco polo,
you dont know if a person acting real or tryna promo,
so i go low,
but maybe im the one who's in the wrong,
maybe im the one living in fear of babylon.

SLY