Y'all know good and goddamn well   You're fucking with a brother who ain't never had his hand held   and never seemed passed out   Rolling baby strollers over broken floating bottles   In a shredded forest with a dying shred of hope inside you   For this respect, I sweated and bled   and have yet to be discredited by what a critic ever said   "We're unaware of his racial make-up   we know he's an albino but can't science the face up!"   Never question what I am   G-O-D knows if you don't, you can never understand   so you need only know that I'm unrelenting   Nothing breaking, never ending, seldom bending   Cast shadows like light descending   Must not discuss divorce with the case still pending, but   I got some shit to tell you on my next record   for now, we and Sage Francis connected and did--      (*whispers*)   Damage, uh (repeated)      [Slug]   Wrote this one a couple days after Christmas   'Hope' is one struggled game thats persistent   0 plus 1 2, for Self, no assistance   Pistol clear before this new year existed   Somebody get the door   Fuck it, let 'em snore   It's all been said before   buried in a metaphor   Lucy is hip-hop, and Jacob's a prince   Sean is an old man, and Slug is a PIMP now   They say I'm buggin, because of the way I love 'em   Nervous, cause I know I'll never make the perfect husband   What, they treat me like LL for art fucks   They hang out and argue about my clown thought and *snort rocks*