I've seen a monkey evolve into a mannI've seen a man devolve into a monkeynI've seen a junkie redeem himself with helpnI've seen a wealthy man melt into the snow and blow his credit on a decongestantnThe dyslexics breathe easynThe people in the top tax bracket just keep looking for freebiesnThumbing their noses at those in need of handoutsnI'm talkin' panhandlers with secondhand clothes, living hand to mouthnCamping out on Capitol HillnThe fat cats are still insisting reparations be a jagged little pillnToday there's free vaccinations at the walk-in clinicnIf you're lucky, you won't just be a guinea pignCall me a cynicnI find it interesting how certain epidemics spreadnMore specifically – where they don't and who isn't affectednYeah, I'm infected with a curious naturenThe welcome mat said, God bless this home, not God damn thy neighbornThey can repeat history but can't recycle papernThey don't see the forest or the trees, just skyscrapersnTowels of Babel in a town full of cattlenWhen I question brand loyalty, the crowd is bedazzlednBut I'll never be hoodwinked, I'm mindful of the footprintsnThe shape of the hoof, the way the path in the wood splitsnThe author of the book, the origin of the crucifixnThe waitress looking for tips and the place where the cook spitsnThis is where I was when the bomb droppednHiding from the uninvited onslaughtnI've seen people who don't believe in sleep count sheepnWith calculators that double as alarm clocksnFrom Noah's Ark all the way to Rosa ParksnTo black folk pushing white agendas inside of an office with flow chartsnTechnology ain't shit, we feed off the fruitnWhen I stuff leaves of absence in my briefcase, follow suitnSpill the liquid from your double fisted escapadenKill kids with the drunken misfits in your EscaladenIt's gruel for the food fight and foreign aidnBream ‘em down and build ‘em back up with what you throw awaynAdministering band aids on amputated limbsnKissing ‘em with air raids, and your lips gave ‘em infectionsnToo many closed doors led to back draftsnNow the spring edition of fashion catalogues feature gasmasksnHow becoming on these lanky modelsnThey can't look truth in the mirror without a pair of safety gogglesnHold the bobble head, insert the feeding tubenEven if they stop breathing, make sure they keep eating foodnDo the SchiavonMouth opened wide like a perverse psycho circus side shownForgive me not, my patterns stay impartial to apologiesnDespite a polite side of mine that says, I'm so sorrynAdding flame infinitum for your eternal fuel tanknMy higher power doesn't need to be thankednThanks anyway, that's from him to me to younI don't mind being the middle man, someday I might need one, toonnI'm at the firenWhere are you?nI'm at the firenWhere the hell are you?nnI've seen a man devolve into a monkeynI've seen a monkey evolve into a mannI've seen it all, upside down, in-between, inside outnIt's neither here nor there, hoofprints in the sandnI've fallen head first into the pit of my stomachnTaught to trust my gut, got no trust in the gutlessnSave some hope for the hopeless, but I won't show itnShoot my load in an opus, now it's an open casketnGoing to Hades in a hand basketnHolding onto a dream, but lately we can't grasp itnThere's been too much murder and not enough martyrnWhy is it no one else wants to impress Jodie Foster?nn[Repeat 3x]nI'm at the firenWe're at the firenWhere are you? Where are you?nnYou can't have revolution without evolution, huh?nYou can't have evolution without velution, huh?nYou can't have velution without elution, huh?nYou can't have elution without lution, huh?nYou can't have lution without ution, huh?nYou can't have ution without tion, huh?nYou can't have tion without ion, huh?nYou can't have ion without on, huh?nYou can't have on without n, huh?nnSeriously I know that you pray when the chips are downnBut act different when there are atheists aroundnHave suspicions that make you think you'll drownnAll alone in the middle of a crowdnI'd be a liar if I said I never had to begnDoubled over with my knees bent touching my headnStuck in a bed, dealing with all of these evil visionsnRunning from the dead in a fetal positionnNeeding assistance from a nursenShe said, Tell me where it hurtsnThese words are gonna make my belly burstnSo I mentally revert to all the enemies I've cursednRunning through my memories in reversenI said bring that beat back, man, bring that beat backnA flash ain't enough time for me to recapnI'm a bastard sometimes, don't think I don't see thatnLaughing at the dumb, blind, the deaf to the knee slapsnCracking punch lines for the sake of some green stacksnPassion for the rhyme can be cheapened by feedbacknI shut my eyes and proceed to go dream catchnBut a troubled mind can't seem to fall asleep fastnI cut my ties like the way that a fiend actsnGo into overdrive and get caught in a speed trap