from the cradle to the tomb
something, something - here I boom

the thoughts in your head
are your only threat

get rid of those
what’s left? who knows

discovering the purpose
no limits, no “no”s

i am the vortex
flow where it flows

at the tip of it, woooh!
if not us, who knows

no shame
no clothes

light a blunt
here it goes

the unstoppable flows
riding by you little hoes

i’m coming for your neck
wrapped in this thread

turn the lights before you close
after the head and empty clothes

hear it calling in my bones
says one who thinks he knows

death is with you
it always shows

whispers blow
it’s time to go

no life to spend
on fear. too slow

i need my time
lived out in full