He's got the charm of a devil,

smile to prove it.

She's got a mind full of fate,

heart to win it.

I've got a life full of time and no one to spend it on.

Oh, do you have seal of the soul that I used to know?

Or can I be free from my past reality?

My life is a dream,

a perspective in the making made future gleam of who I am and who I want to be,

an A.B.C abductee, intitutionalized ET

A.B.C.'s didn't come easily in the dream as a prophesied academic hide over the shoulder of a long lost tribe.

Well that's not my vibe.

Sands shiftin',

Shadows missin',

A blank slate to paint the saint in the making.

Saint of never knowing or showing the true view of the hell he's been through.

Call me a thief,

but I've got teeth to beef back the attack from your mental map of racial crap.

I'm two-in-one,

innocent and holy,

you'll never hold me.

That's why I'd rather quit this cold,

make it bold,

turn these dreams into gold.