This is a song about "Digital security"

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension

And see mostly all of them have made you somewhat incapable of a first impression

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

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

Jungle fever for the night

Security is tight

Whilst these others fucks workin security guard

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

I felt the warmth of the holy spirit, the security of jesus through jay

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product