[Verse: Thirtyseven] We live in the darkness of sh**ty apartments We get depressed, obsess and second guess We tend to lose faith every twenty two days But we still create, grow build and break bones ...dedicated to the weird kids that hear this Stay fearless, and look past the appearance I wrote the book on naked ma**age And made a collage with papers from my neighbor's garage Everyone insists they spit doper than you Yeah, I play strip poker at the Smithsonian, too (whoo) I'm over it, dude -- all that games that I played Are breaking up like paper mache and fading away Cynics can't swallow an ounce of my liquid Sat down to vibe with it and drowned in five minutes Age six, I was a comfortable kid Had a whole lotta legos and I loved where I lived But something just flipped up inside of my head And now I kinda regret most of the life that I led Shucks, still moving, though...sleeping at the studio Doing shows, hop offstage and watch the rumors grow.... (that's just how we do it, bro) Whatchu b**h about? Whatchu think you can't live without? The image that you kick around, sitting down? Whatchu love to hate? What's your last bad drunk mistake? Tell me when we're gonna raise the f**ing stakes? Whatchu wanna be? What's your best guess prophecy? What's the plan, man, talk to me, honestly Whatchu need from me? Whats your comfort zone frequency? What's it take to make the people free, equally? Whatchu doing NOW? To help a fellow human out? I used to have to prove it now there's room for doubt What DO I believe in? Everybody suffers for a reason ...in love with the blood that gives it meaning We live in the darkness of sh**ty apartments We get depressed, obsess and second guess We tend to lose faith every twenty two days But we still create, grow build and break cages