There was a woman living in a land that couldn't be missed
I'd be remissed to admit that such a plight could even exist
but in this land, full of demons, monsters and sickness
I have to wonder how different it is compared to all this
the woman was fragile and weak
clothes tattered
head down all meek
holds her sickly baby tightly
a kiss upon his cheek
the day, like all days, she's finding scraps to eat
she tells her boy not to cry, but it's she who weeps
weeping, weeping, "dry your tears mom, I'm sleeping"
"I know, child, I know, but these harsh winds is steady creeping,
streets of people peeing
other people beating
on each other
left to k
look teacher, listen
i'm sayin', somethin's missin
been comin to this pass session since the beginning
this school's my 9 to 5 but there's no pay out or winnings
and I'm feelin' like a cynic, losin' focus by the minute
these scientific hieroglyphics way beyond my limit
while these definitions definitely make me go ballistic
so many fruity offsprings that they callin' it prolific
oh shoot I jus missed it
once again, nah
once again the topic of the subject matter has to do with plants
the greenery 'cross the scenary that make the people dance
but no, not me
see I got these allergies
the pollen flowin in the air got me fightin' off a sneez