The cries of the silent, welcome to the heard version

I know pain-seekers who want to let the hurt worsen

And it wasn't supermodels when I suddenly heard purgin'

But we don't seem to have a problem as long as the herb's burnin'

And girls' flirtin' and whether you're street sweepin' or curb servin'

If you don't cut the grass, you could run into the worst serpent

But you still shouldn't take your eyes off of the worm squirmin'

Toxic relationships, beware of germs lurkin'

So pay attention, this won't be a disturbed purchase

I used to have a blurred purpose

Until I realized I was sayin' somethin' inside these nerd verses

You're not crazy, if you talk in third person

Me, myself and I, I'm third wheelin in first person

If I'm a natural born healer, why were my words cursin'

It made sense when I see mother Earth hurtin'

We don't want to talk to each other, but the birds chirpin'

So it kinda threw me for a loop like when I first learned cursive

We all busy under white sheets like a nurse workin'

We love death so much, I wonder if birth's worth it...

Everybody's tough till that barrel make 'em turn nervous

If your body is a temple then why you like to burn churches

Meanwhile I'm still havin' fun in this word circus

And you should enjoy every single moment,

It could turn worthless...