This is a song about "Being faded in a rave"

Terror can be locked up in a phyciatric unit for being a member

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

It faded away past it's prime,as i sit in this misty haze,

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

A ph.d in being dumb, my dream girl. my only one

I know that love it could begin

Blow up and being in a position

And i was born in a body caged in cells to stay afraid of being okay

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

I believed in a higher being.