Running in the background, noises of the existence,
I am seeking a divine sound, trying to make sense.
Everyone has a divine voice, their silence is selfish,
Oh their grace their poise, they do eat the shell fish.
Mental health and black lives, we care for humanity.
I am a pussy with nine lives, not letting go my vanity.
We love or hate all others, we didn't see their hustle.
You're all my soul brothers, until the leaves rustle.
You're wrong if you blame us, let it be upto thyself,
Stop trying to be famous, you disgrace of an elf.
We gotta shout and scream, be a savior on the wire.
We gotta show-off the ice cream, fame on our pyre.
We have a opinion on all there is, act we shall not,
Ain't no expert, ain't no whiz, accept we shall not.
Spirits from the hypocrite, drunk is my man Homer,
Troy and sparta win the fight, I witness it sober.