This is a song about "Empty state of mind"

There state of mind, delirious, once done aint no curing this,

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

Finally hit the extent of my cynical state of mind

Get in the right state of mind rissa is like two kings aligned huffing lines

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

They're in a state of shock/

I gotta know if it's real or not

A cynical state of mind, untypical words with sophistical meaning, mystical turn/

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

And i can't help but stare, cause

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned