one of the things i tend to do when i'm high is freestyle, and today i was high in class and i started spittin, and when i got done i wrote down what i remembered. it went something like: you see, the man shapes the mind the mind shapes the world the world gets brittle, and old and tired i'm seein the product of your greatest desire i'm seein the planet still on fire a new pair of eyes, gave me new light a new frame of mind, new outlook on life and i'm seein it aint fine so you handle yours, i'll handle mine and when the shit comes down, we'll see whose left behind see, the rich get braver, but your money can't save ya you can't build amour, out of paper and when the sirens blare, hit the pavement and hope that your savour was there to save ya nuclear flowers, bloomin, killing 10,000 faces, lookin to the stars and gazin, praying, waiting for the salvation in the form of a mushroom cloud pushed the button now, boy aint ya proud? if you don't make it, it's ok cause atleast you can say that you never saw that brighter day that they all said was comming, but seemed so far away but they promised, guess their eyes were martian cause the only thing you saw was your fucking kids starvin and if if you put in work, then you can whistle at the end of the world there was alot more, but i forgot it
