This is a song about "History of land and life"

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Like my life seems fine and full of life

In the land of the rising sun

Two reflections into one

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

It's part of their master plan to brainwash half the land,

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Everyone thinking i'm weird and fake even though i'm making history

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

We’re playing the game and saying names to make history,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

The downfall of our free land

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last