This is a song about "3rd eye vision and aliens and robots"

People know not but still they grind and work like robots,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Until the world opens and i don't mean third eye

Rapist looked me in the eye and said i unsung,

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

And it blurs up my vision, and scrambles my diction.

Time to open my first eye and see dreams

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

3rd eye following the light so i can see the shine

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

When you show them pity it flips a switch. be kind and see eye to eye,

Fucked up, hatingness areas in the world

And now i'm focusing my vision onward,