This is a song about "The enviroment"

As the tao converted the thief

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

I don't trust no one

The bigger the the fun

Like as if i didn’t know man

Still the man with the pan

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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