im not a super hero but sometimes i wish i were one
i'll recruit the rare tho with the rhymes of a lyrical drum
if they're no stupid scarecrow
the signs will clearly come from
their minds when shootin arrows
the kind that carry on strong
...not the firin of Cupid's weirdos
who don't like to bury their tongues
are in a line for future carols
hearin our songs is a sign we're near y'all
cuz musicians bond, my life is a peril (Danger)
this movement's begun
to provide a sterile, pollution be gone
new side, an era, produced thru the young
if you hide it's clear ya shouldn't belong
fightin the terror, assume i aint wrong
you're frightened by murals your rooms have now drawn
you're writing your farewell, the doom's in your palm...