Lyrics

Dialectic beat, wisdom comes in threes
Mostly when I treat myself to the trees
When I'm old and grey, I hope I do not wheeze
Like my daddy does from his lung disease
Edibles I can't metabolize
Otherwise I'd be a brownie guy
Not gonna lie, I sigh when I see a
Blind Youth buy the advertising
I'm an enterprising psychedelic cat
That seems like a relevant fact
Sat down long enough to stand back and
Realize I'm just a little brat
Matter Only matters when you look at it
All the books got you on the hook sadly
Don't feel badly, many sages gladly
will enlighten you when you want it madly
Thesis, antithesis, synthesis then
What happens when we do it over again
And nobody wants to let go of their sins
Is that why things are the way they've always been
Maybe, I don't know. That's just how it flowed
I'm just tryna get the credit I feel owed
Cuz I'm luggin' round a massive ego
Hard to see straight with this thing in tow
What I need it fo'? Oh, that's right
Gotta be myself, or I'll be their ho'
They being those that open secret do's and
No'malize pronouncin' R with an O
No conspiracy has contacted me
Maybe they don't need my kinda seed
For the new race they tryna breed
Too bad, they're missin' out on killer weed
Me, I just wish there was a gal
Who could work with me through this like a pal
Most won't even start before they throw the towel
Tell me what is so toxic in my bowels?
Thesis, antithesis, synthesis then
What happens when we do it over again
And nobody wants to let go of their sins
Is that why things are the way they've always been