if faith is a cape then i'm clark kent
i'm high like marvin the martian
i'm lost as the kid on your carton
your conscience is only as dark as your car tint
we're advised not to cross 'til our fingers grouped
air to a bird like humans to unthinkable
so i'ma make a big move like max keeble do
money in my rolled up crew socks
pimping out the parking lot
it was fine until the neighborhood got burned alive
still though his flow's like who put out the pilot light?"