I’m startin over – beginnin again with a clean slate
I threw out all my old shit and even bought new clothes
The past is not the future – will not be my fate
I took all the makeup and masks off my nose
And now there’s something I want to state
Look at it, my nose, - on its own it still glows
So now I’m telling y’all it’s not too late
To do away with all your foes
You might have called one or two a mate
Be careful not to do away with those
Sketch on paper what it is you will create
No need to arm him with arrows and bows
Just don’t allow him to eat society’s bait
No walking around in that oh-so-familiar zombie-like doze
He will walk around with his own gait
And everyone sound from his mouth will be prose
Now that your past is off your plate
He can forget about all he owes
To the events that made you start to debate
And, through him, above which rose
And now you have time to wait
And watch the falling snows
When finally open is the gate
And “upstairs” the new you goes
When He is finally ready to give you a rate
Know that no caution to the wind He throws
So you will be able to stand there on your crate
Without to the bones being froze
And you will feel not an ounce of hate
Not even in your toes