This is a song about "The 27 amendments"

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen

Its not our place to judge or to use anger to defend there is no anger in the hearts of faithful men

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

She in the mountain jeep, always be mouthin me/

Erode the sands of time, off this sho', you cannot rhyme, with/

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Two tres on my waist, and i feel like (d)jango, with and without the d/

And its ironic he was pulling me off bert when we fought, he wanted all the respect he could get

The setting is set i already set it. made your career a day ago but i am ready to end it

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

Her one hi suffices as everlasting peace making me feel as high as ice on the everest's summit/