(And I can see)

We was twelve in the back on the Macintosh
Do you wanna see some nasty shit?
My daddy kept his stash on the bedroom floor
That's why he locking up his bedroom door
Acquired secrets, learned to be the best at it
Turned out the whole family was sex addicts
Found some was ashamed of waves in the brain that they passed down
Prayed for the crash-outs
They say your mama was in love with her best friend
Dodging those feelings, raw, she quit calling
Who let the bugs in the WiFi? Remember now?
Don't view too much or your eyes get desensitized
Poor babies who elders informed it was normal
You'll grow older, run trains and remain here
Maybe it was love, then sex, then sadism
Watching all that porn in the morn' might change you

War is living, yet at war with yourself
What is love when I don't trust a boy or a girl?
Act normal
Yeah, war is living, yet at war with yourself
What is love when I don't trust a boy or a girl?
Act normal

(And I can see)
I was eighteen fucking for sport, running from love
That's a bad vibe, breaking my heart
By next time, I had tried some things
Try some more cry, baby
World tour, the rapper is a porn star
Some girls come with a dick, some with the child support
Souls collide and combine to dust
It's a bomb when you line it up
Lockjawed, must be somethin' in the water that riled me up
The postmortem deep-end dive
Though we enjoyed the fall so much
Unable to walk, so just call us on holograms
Faking appearances ain't as deep as it feel
As we evading the fear in this coffin

War is living, yet at war with yourself
What is love when I don't trust a boy or a girl?
Act normal
War is living, yet at war with yourself
What is love when I don't trust a boy or a girl?
Act normal

(You finding new ways to reach these heights)
(They be too high for me)
(It's DJ, DJ Sunny Roshi, coming to you live on WWUR)
(Worldwide underground radio)
(The people's radio)
(We got a few more jams before we get out for the night)
(Like I said, smoke fresh, don't drink too much)
(Keep it cool)

So good like this life was a dream, oh
We ride past midnight, then repeat, oh
Our love making light for the street, oh
Free world, free world
So good like this life was a dream, oh
We ride past midnight, then repeat, oh
Our love making light for the street, oh
Free world, free world
So good like this life was a dream, oh
We ride past midnight, then repeat, oh