"Lachrymosal crying, they say my soul it is undying, but my spirit is unflying as Iâm trying to divine, what in my mind is pining and causing all this sighing and causing me to search, for more time more time, spitting out rhyme after rhyme, trying to solve this crime, itâs perpetrated against humanity by this deity, this supernatural entity that supposedly resides inside of me" "And what is inside of you, I donât know, and Iâll ponder this question till the world implodes or explodes, whatever it may be, itâs a problem youâll agree, that my destiny puts into jeopardy the concept of free and what it left of me and how bereft are we and deft are we to live our lives, happily"