[Slurred opinion] I can't, I can't, I can't wait to leave this dirty vessel I can't, I can't, I can't wait to leave this dirty vessel [Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] Descry the blasé tone Please don't turn a deaf ear on your guest here I picked a room, I plan to rest here A step up from a kickshaw This nifty little ditty's bringing forth the entelechy From the lion's mouth and I hold supremacy in my jaws You see that I'm pulling the strings Affecting your nod Get them off, get them off, get them off me Bugs in my hair I pick I gotta win the battle it's imperative Girls are losing their 'V cards' You followed suit Respect is reciprocal love is not Meanwhile I ride the Pacific Hole in the canoe At least I get to spend some time with myself Talk is often bloated with an unctuous presence Succinct when I speak but think with expression The fact that I live must be a godsend So when it all ends knowledge and soul transcend