"It's frustratin' when you just can't express yourself/ And it's hard to trust enough to undress yourself/ To stand exposed and naked, in a world full of hatred/ Where the sick thoughts of mankind control all the sacred/ I pause, take a step back, record all the setbacks/ Fast forward towards the stars in a jetpack/ My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me/ The synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me/ Strip, crown, nail me, brimstone hail me/ They might defeat the flesh but they could never ever kill me/ They might can feel the music but could never ever feel me" - Jay Electronica
“Sheesh”.. smh