This is a song about "The illliad"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Thinkin of the the dreams

So if you wanna leave

From the gutter to the roof

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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