Change of Heart

Adhd, human-made genes Negro-type beat, fuck you, pay me I'm a nigga now, was a nigga then Never in the crowd, always in the pen You weren't with me then, it was me and- Always with the shits, probably on two Orange Clockwork, never stop, search We would run away, boot the door down Need no one now, new millennium There was ten of them, took my dignity Rest was evidence, it was evident It was me and-, back when he was free Mr. Millennium, how do you plead? Not guilty, and I say it with my spleen Say it with my chest, yeah, every time I breathe More DMT, please, give me new keys Need a Yoko Ono, need a family photo That would be nice, saw it in my dreams Need a Yoko Ono, need a family photo That would be nice, saw it in my dreams