Earthling

Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention
Psychoanalysis didnt mean anything
Pvc costumes, letters to castro
Show me what youre reading, freaky girl with the afro
Franz fannon, yeah yeah I get it,
All that curiosity with something to offset it
Diagrams and plans, drawn in secret locations
Scientific babies, they be peddling information
The queen, shes smoking prozac, we be smoking napalm
The verbal countries, they be smoking atom bombs
I wrote a book in the year seven-ten
By nineteensixty-nine I had written more
If youre feeling insecure,
Cause youre living in a storm
If you find them, you can burn them,
If you burn them you can keep warm
Them winds of change, they be bringing change,
Especially now theres prostitutes on ilford lane
You see, its kinda like, but no, its not the same thing
See there were men on the moon, but they killed them
Bearing in mind, my minds soul food
Bearing in mind, my minds aquarian
Bearing in mind, my minds mine
Times being what they are, radar
Bearing in mind yes yes, yall
Bearing in mind, theres nothing in it
Bearing in mind, my minds mine
Times being what they are, radar
Aeroplanes in my room,
And I dont know whos flying them
Theyre playing that tune
Its okay, I got my eye on them
Theyre making their messages out of them smokes
Words evaporate, I cant read what they wrote
Their language is so strange, I never seen its kind
The smell of them vapors be taking my mind
Combined with that melody, them engines be humming
I pick up my mike, I put it down
See now Im outside in, I dont know where Im going
I gets in my car, I starts rowing
But like the water is seeping
Its getting in through the bottom
I tickle them fish
Swallow them whole, now I got some
Bones, sticking in my throat
Has anybody seen my universal antidote
Bearing in mind, my minds soul food