It's a voice from the past, kinda call it karma, it got me tripping off this pharmacy, these pharmaceutical illusions, who's use to giving up living it up, ask me, I'll never wanna be caught dead in it, hot damn!, who I am?, cruising in this urban legend 64' lowrider drop top, these cops got me fucked up, word is, they saw me from a mile away, representing fuck the law, it's raw and it's just the way it is and I barely seek to change though I change lanes from the fast lane, a rare thing, I'm scared of things cause they change too fast, you should be the one behind the wheel, I'm running red lights in the dead night, if I'm led right, headlights abused, unless I choose, to expose you, and frequently I do..... a new exercise of old, that still shines the shoes, and used as a simple stepping stool to step down from acting like I know everything, it's hard to let go though, those that feel me know, as you already know, I'm nearly blinded from using them on myself, my self-proclaimed guidance is really in need for help.. so I dealt with a guru who knew you too, and now he has the world on his shoulders.. making toy soldiers into real men... so will we heal then?