[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