We are the balls of the white clap that talks back. We are not black. Tall. No boxes for us. Do not *** us. We are frigid stars. We were spitting. We were stepping. Cop out. Cop out. As in from heaven. Saga, saga, saga, saga, saga, saga, saga. The stars in the throne. I stay at home. I live on snacks, potatoes in packs. I like to blow. I like to blow. I like to blow. Concentration zone. The years go in circles. Hope goes. I go. Smoke comes. I go. I like to blow. I like to blow. I like to blow. Concentration zone. A spurs, but a warrior. Happy? No. Hope? The goal. Manage? I think. Slow. But I like to blow. I like to blow. I like to blow. Concentration zone. Saga, saga, saga, saga, saga, saga, saga.