masking problems won't make em disappear it's still lingers in the atmosphere uprising spiking terrorizing causing communities to live in fear ain't no fall out shelter bunker nor panic room around these parts a empty stomach is a starving heart love one's born months apart dying miles apart togetherness a thing of a past no more marching holding hands Martin had a plan he was infiltrated compromised hit me with a open hand if you can prove I'm lying on the man then I'll hit you back with a close fist don't get it twisted it ain't that serious it's always a tricky situation we find ourself in sh** don't stink until it's stepped in woke up too early should've slept in to dream a dream and tell no one the vision I seen write it on a sheet of paper so many times it becomes a habit follow the rabbit it is written if you gain the world you lose your soul it's biblical it's literal but the only way to wonderland is falling down a hole