This is a song about "Strange emotions"

But it was mass time, all on jesus land, almost too strange

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Its raw feelings and emotions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

You forgotten oak, you're blocked from hope or caught emotions

I'm on a strange mission

Gin makes me sin

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Until your choking 'n' jolting and showing emotions

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Track 10.) strange fruition (strange fruition)

Wale they call me tiger stripes

The world seems strange at times