The song about life, its a one time thing.  You don’t get it twice, breathe in the wrath that it brings.
In like white lines, make your numb nerves sing.  Or in from the bong, make your membrane ring.
Then release it with vengeance into something you love.  Don’t waste it on haters with pushes and shoves.
Instead get on top, its much better from above.  Use goals and inspirations to attain life’s many sensations.
Have personal expectations, while staying true in all relations.
Stay on a continuous grind, pour your heart into it… Leaving everyone far behind.
So far that you can’t see them with binoculars through the rear view. 
So far that they know in their hearts they’re nowhere near you.
Give the haters some pom poms that match their skirt while they cheer you.
And with this hating going on, it’s safe to say that they fear you.