This is a song about "Grain"

And it begins to phase him more each day

We gotta find that grain, before he gets away

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Well rick james, maury jane

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice

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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

We gotta find that grain, before he gets away

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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

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

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

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