This is a song about "Imagery sight smell touch taste"

No glasses, love at first sight

I plead with em, the system ain't right

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

While he may be outta sight

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

Creative scriptures, imagery, rhymes back around,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Lyrical imagery is masterful

Cause this album pack enough evil

Parallel on the other side

Out of mind out of sight

Must be a lady in tha light

Restricting them of there sight/

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Goddamn! these bodies are starting to smell!