My life in the D is a tragicomedy   A poetic verse   It’s voodoo some say black magic ettouffe   A dead man’s curse      It’s just like the Egyptian tombs   Tunnels leading to empty rooms   Skeptics think it’s a doctored photo   Of a U.F.O      You’re wasting your breath on life after death   Coz I’m almost sure   If hell does exist than the Devil’s a scientist   Finding a cure      It’s life microscopic size   Unseen by the naked eye   The answer’s encoded with ink   That’s invisible      When God made the earth and saw his net worth   He posed for a shot   And life in the D is what was handed to me   And that’s what I’ve got      It’s all just a hologram   Locked in a vault it’s a cryptogram   A lie on the Polygraph test   It’s detectable