This is a song about "Goals mind"

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Is all over and all of your goals are gone!

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

Go out and work, read your goals 'fore bedtime

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Scoot through noosed goals clutched in individual own birthright tombstones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

A blown mind. isn't that a mind blow,

You got that indie glow

Exlusion of the mind

From the womb, my newborn child

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

This is to my unborn child