A sense of human savagery is what keeps me on my toes/ And a need to know Im still here is what keeps me spittin flows/ I would give you written prose/ But you would dismiss it and dispose/ And it would wither like a rose/ Sittin right under your nose/ And I cant stand it/ I feel stranded/ Am I from another planet/ I demand you understand it/ Heres the truth and why they banned it/ Weve been noosed and weve been branded/ But were beautiful and damn it/ Theres no use for these attatchments/