Molik Johnson said it best, “It ain't paranoia
If they're out to destroy ya,” Now I wanna see my lawyer
But they laughed, tied my hands, and then gagged me
Blind folded, and put me in a sleeping bag
And the trial was quick, too quick to be real
They found me guilty of the Truth, and void of ma** appeal
Condemned to suffer longer than the average crook might have
So they buried me alive, beneath a block of writers
And I watched as they shoveled fresh dirt on my face
Eyes burning with anger, heart full of disgrace
So I dream in ba**lines, kicks, and snares
Trying to wiggle out my ropes, pretending someone cares
But I'm buried so deep, I can't dig to the surface
(Wait) Something's moving beside me, and I start to get nervous
Can't turn my head, move my arm, or make a peep
But something's down here with me, y'all, and that's deep