"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