[Verse 1: Gon]
Let's make the connection
Between my tongue and my brain
To bring comfort and pain to your planet
My basic intention
Is to bust every vein, till you wonder in shame how it happened
I faithfully mention
To the One I'm his slave and his gun and his paint and his canvas
I'll break all your lenses
To show colorful shades of the love and the hate and I've had it
I should've known that sentence would heal us
I should've stole that sense trust to feel trust
And I froze when the ending revealed love
Didn't know that then, now I feel dumb
I got a hide out, in a black room
Don't cry now, I'll be back soon
But I have to escape from this
Can't move with 'maybe's attached to my leg like a tattoo
[Hook: Peter Frank]
If I remember, I would never
I can't stand it anymore
But I remember, I remember
You were begging me before
But I will answer
I will answer
My imaginary door
But I am certain
Yes I am certain
[Verse 2: Gon]
I know we haven't met before
I've just got the same face as the clerk in the record store
Same voice as the person connecting calls
Same noise as the jerk on the second floor
And the meaning hides behind a metaphor
Behind a metal door
A tie with weapons drawn
Waiting for you to enter to let Berretta's off
And there waits the best message that you ever saw
But I've seen too many backs up against the wall
And broken furniture to act like I'm never wrong
But I never stall
There each dirt inside us
I never talk sh**, I speak fertilizer
The sea serpent rhymer
And deep (...) attire
My heat burns your fire
Time to cure your fake hopes
Rap's Tyler Durden let's learn to make soap
[Hook: Peter Frank]
If I remember, I would never
I can't stand it anymore
But I remember, I remember
You were begging me before
But I will answer
I will answer
My imaginary door
But I am certain
Yes I am certain
[Verse 3: Gon]
Blessed as a baby
I was weaned on the chest of a great queen
In a castle where jesters and maids sing
Till reality was sent to my bedroom to wake me
I'm angry now
I was daydreaming on a park bench
Kids throw nickels on my pillow made of garbage
And I know they don't consider me human
The city breeds sewage
The winners eat losers
Some trust the lottery
Some trust in God, if he loves them
If not, then they touch up their policy
And the problem breathes
And one touch could probably unbug the heart of me
f**ed up, it bothers me
This is ridiculous
I'm sick of being a victim of lunch money robberies
Why you tell a tale? Well, it's not your best one
Just give me a jail cell to plot your d**h from
[Hook: Peter Frank]
If I remember, I would never
I can't stand it anymore
But I remember, I remember
You were begging me before
But I will answer
I will answer
My imaginary door
But I am certain
Yes I am certain