This is a song about "Grain"

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Nothing remains, no matter what insane strain, grain it

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

Sickle was used to cut out grain, tied into bundles and then carried away.

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Don't go against the grain, or they'll make ya go insane,

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Grinding grain, it's all the same, there are days i feel i'm going insane,

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Repetitive competitive grain girding lanes, lined in arrays, lane to lane,

You light-years behind here

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

But i receive hypnotherapy, my rain is a grain or pain pull my rhyme strain,

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again