This ain't entertainment, it's an industry of slave ships. The art we make are our spiritual weapons to swim agains their waves with. And when we wash upon shore, you can see their amazement. I hope our templates are contagious to only the right ones to catch sick with. Behind your gates but untamed. It’s still stay safe through staying dangerous. This ain’t defense because we stay offensive. We dive into the deep end without life jackets. Money to go around the whole world because our lives are addictive like crack. Cooking books that bring no taxes. I own my masters so we publish only royalties between these pages. We will be damned if we slave for things that break like Ritz Crackers. Our maps lead only backwards. Inadvertently hopping straight to our classics. We already ran enough marathons just for practice. To establish our legs will strength to always make it happen because we already have it.