This is a song about "Foresight"

The hand he was dealt was shit but now he's doing alright

We were striding through life, they were a guidance of light

I got more talent in this crumpled up paper than in your body

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

That binds us, it defines us, there's no guidance? god? no evidence,

Decadent sentiments burying rappers in sediments