This is a song about "Condition"

And then i saw the air condition

Catch you up on places i've been

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

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

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

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

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

What up girl, tell me how you been

On his critical condition,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

About your condition,