I'm still cruisin' my brain is sore

Time is willing, it's out the door

There's no correction, no female sport

It's locking up inside of my mind 'cause



Nothing's clear anymore



There's no corruption, no train of thought

Not even willing until I'm caught

It's like a judge and jury being bought

By someone on the opposite side but



Nothing's clear anymore



Take a look inside

Before you swallow your pride

Take a look inside

Take a good look inside



Stop and think about what you do

Try to understand