From the heights of deepest depth

When I get high, I have the desire

Of getting even higher until I’ve expired

And then I’d cry that I need much more time

To write a new piece with an incredible rhyme.

That’s what’s called life, if you look inside

So, better don’t lie to yourself

And everything’s gonna be allright…

Hey, guys, listen to my rhymes

They’ll lead you through the tunnel

To the sunny side.

Hey, guys, listen to my rhymes,

Nobody’s perfect maybe

And you have no things to sacrifice

When I smoke weed and read

The words that do not fit to my suit

I skip that shit with humor and wit

And then I need a well-stocked first aid kit

To have somebody’s work complete

Without bill and receipt