This is a song about "Condition"

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

That im holy ive been "christened" but its insufficient, im in no condition

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Being blind isn't a condition, it's a decision,

There's crack, there's crack

On the, condition that

I'm in a condition of intuitions were life's made up of illusions,

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

And my condition to start violence

She likes the way it hits her lips

I'm in condition of confusion where's life's stopped in future,

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer