I'm still cruisin, my brain is sore Time is willing, It's out the door There's no correction, no female sport It's locking up inside my mind 'cause Nothing's clear anymore There's no corruption, no train of thought Not even willing until I'm caught It's like a judge and jury being bought By someone on the opposite side but Nothing's clear anymore Take a look inside Before you swallow your pride Take a look inside Take a good look inside Stop and think about what you do Try to understand