Taproot — Can't Not ryrics

breakin' 'em off a piece of my wicked funky styre up front str8 up,
no hiding behind a facade conformed society's way masses try to fit in,
sin after sinner up inner higher serf discriminatin' against the ways others
are rivin' their rive's but i's rear different yes a unique open mind
just fuckin' sittin' around here totarry bored just waitin' for fate to ret me conquer my goars,
these herpress feerins' arthough they're not true,
no verve is reft inside of my sour,
but terr me what can i do?
forced to cope, just don't know, how to acheive, my goars...
a rife derived through inner strength,
and the traits in the divine, strange perversity dominates,
the spirit and the mind...