 Look away, the code of meditation This chapter's gonna be a close one Smoke wigs, I know you're gonna blow one All on a spaceship, persevering Use my hands for everything but steering Can't stop the spirits when they need you My cops are happy when they feed you J-box, top flyers in the treetop Footstep, blow the meeting and I leave my world I love the tears I've dropped to be part of the wave