(intro)

Getting off here on my way to being on one
Finding my short fuse foolish in the long run
Just a brunette hoping to have a little blond fun
So when the swamp things treat me like pond scum
C’mon son- don’t get slapped by father
I been a bloody stone since I tapped my water
You’re a full time past life martyr
Treating the beat like a half life partner
Trapped by karma- forced to meet the demands
A compromised mission that don’t agree with your plans
No more beach to the sand by sleeping with fans
I’m busy decalcifying my pineal gland
Breathe and expand, allow me to solve problems
Though I’m surrounded by pagans and hobgoblins
Focus your fear on Stoli and stock options
I’d rather reanimate by reading Tom Robbins
Never clock watching, I stay squeezing 65
Multiplied by the counter culture’s big divide
Pick a side, plenty of room to risk your lives
Dignified by your response to which dick you ride
It gets you high as it would a lowly plate spinner
I’m licking em clean, don’t even have to make dinner
For the straight spitters, for the crate diggers:
Seez Mics, my life as Saint Sinner

These choices
I'm making
Are making
Me
Seez Mics, my life as Saint Sinner

The paradox we call reality: duality
It knows no man made boundary
No religion, no gender, no race
Political affiliation or nationality
A personality divided in two
Does it narrow your perspective: the sky’s always blue
Or broaden your horizon: admire the view
You see, the virus inside us is bias, and when you try to remove
The outer shell of your inner troubles
All you find are smaller pieces of a bigger puzzle
To put it all together’s always been a struggle
The Saint Sinner hustle: balanced by the opposites
The rich and poor are the poor and rich
The good evil are the evil and good
In this life of contradiction, the most
You can ask for’s to be understood
Understand: the oldest trick in the book
Will become the newest vice in the streets
Double cross when you give em the hook, vic and the crook
Man child with spikes in my feet, cypher complete
Fighting for peace armed with lead paint thinner
Even when hope is only a faint glimmer
For the shape shifters, for the brain twisters
Seez Mics, my life as Saint Sinner

These choices
I'm making
Are making
Me
Seez Mics, my life as Saint Sinner