Taproot Can't Not
breakin' 'em off a piece of my wicked funky style up front str8 up,
no hiding behind a facade conformed society's way masses try to fit in,
sin after sinner up inner higher self discriminatin' against the ways others
are livin' their live's but i's real different yes a unique open mind
just f..ckin' sittin' around here totally bored just waitin' for fate to let me conquer my goals,
these helpless feelins' although they're not true,
no verve is left inside of my soul,
but tell me what can i do?
forced to cope, just don't know, how to acheive, my goals...
a life derived through inner strength,
and the traits in the divine, strange perversity dominates,
the spirit and the mind...
