Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the fellowship. If you've got intellect get ready to develop it. Living life with discipline, me and my constituents. Not happy with the ignorance up in this society. In your university they ain't about diversity. They're all about conformity - fraternity, sorority. So who's your authority, the mayor or the governor? Or are you just a southerner who likes to fly the dixie. What's your ethnicity and are you identifiable? If there was a crime then would you be a viable witness or do you mind your business. Guilty individuals these criminals are lurking, clean cut persons. But in the end you'll get your portion. Realize there's only One God to worship. And if you don't believe, it's your funeral. Better get a three piece suit that looks suitable.

In my community conformity got me craving acceptance. Acceptance is obsession, obsession is stressful. So I suggest you keep it in perspective.

The image I project do I pretend that my identity is built on an obscenity. Or do I act so pedigree you wish you could get rid of me. I think I'm intellectual, a gentleman. I'm better than the man who's to the left of me. I think I'm making enemies and physically or mentally. Forcefully or willingly, you wish you could get rid of me. I'm up in this facility and I got the ability, physique, and the agility to speak up on this melody. Actually, I think I'm being irrational. The cause of all this passion and this friction is our differences. All the confidants and the ambiance that we've taken from the cradle to the grave. We just don't know how to behave or mesh together whenever we have conversation. Just remember any endeavor you engage in - a stranger is a friend you haven't had the pleasure of spending a day with.

Other civilizations have been destroyed who employed better tactics of war and of course they exulted. The culprits putten in the ground. Not a sound or a peep, nor a weep or a cry. All the pride that was hidden in their hearts couldn't help when they stand in front of God and they're banished to Hell. The advantage they hold currently through their currency. When they whispered under they're breath making enemies of friends instead of just living in harmony. Armories instead of elementaries, penitentiaries instead of hospitals. Hostile instead of hospitable. Critical and cynical, basically they're miserable. When they forgot the Afterlife and got excited by the world that they roam. Because they always called it home. But behold it was their souls that they sold. And that's the way it goes.