This is a song about "The arctic"

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Spent a long time coming up this road

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

The water from the past is the same water in the present

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Gotta go, let her leave

Thinkin of the the dreams