This is a song about "Conceptual physics"

Born alone, work alone, die alone

I am on with physics and pause my tone

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Tripping on the same shit that made physics spin

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Been in conceptual protection since the specter of wallace

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Black holes are a mid something about meta physics and science----

Is it defying the laws of physics and science

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

And like mos def's mathematics,teach you physics