Outtro

Lyrics for Outtro

Prince Po: Hallelujah! Inhale the air while it lasts. We're here to be studied. Slaves we've been—hell, we still are. We own nothing, we fight for nonsense. It's all science fiction. Dreams in excess equals positive objectives. Bronx streets, poisoned humans, polluted minds, distortion O.C.: Life, death, man, woman, and child. Yeah. Planet Earth, all these things. Listen My mind is Grand like endless sand, warning off The C-4 defeats the flam. For some strange Reas', I seize my outcome sort of like Fate was foresaw by Malcolm. The stage is My panel, the crowd are my disciples—they control My music and its lifecycle. Friends hard To come by, they're shady when I strut. Fools stand Back, waiting, laying in the cut, hate but Smiling, spiting my life. Talking, she be Evil, looking sharp as a knife. From dawn To dusk, my ass I bust, limit My cuss, in God I trust, flush bad Memories, smash thoughts of enemies, focus on Solutions, come up with remedies. Infinite Thought supports me throughout so. So much more To say, but this is the outro (This is the outro) We all perish one day, we suffer until the end. Who gets the happiness? How do we find it? Why do we keep up the habit? Why do we continue? Where is the break end? Can we be cleansed mentally? Help us, endure us. Pollution clutters the black woman's mind, we're all ghetto-struck. Sabotage!