Time 4 another Christ Vice trip…/
a special delivery of such intensity…/
make certain ladies flip/
hittin’ like a Walter Payton rush/
like placin' her into an electric light socket…/
blast off into space like a NASA rocket/
shakin’ inside like an oncoming orgasmic gush…/
she might end up with a crush/

blessed with a natural ability…/
plus because i was willing 2 learn giving ecstasy soon became easy 4 me/
still i was 2 smart 2 go around trying 2 sex any pretty girl that would have me/
either that or just too damn ugly!/

that was just never me…/
i wanted 2 create artistically…/
while serving humanity intelligently thru a spiritual message delivery/

not merely worshipped physically for the acts of my weenie/
that was apparently just part of the prophecy!/

i had 2 travel the 360° path/
decoding truth thru science, art, music, movies, and math/
while seeing the American hypocrisy…/
within me evoked an angry wrath/
mad at the suffering/
and mad at those who saw the suffering and did nothing/
2 those dirty rotten bastards…/
i came 2 change every damn thing!/

re-arrange the whole Blind Melon monkey human brain/
make the true servants and teachers of mankind into kings…/
and the corrupt 'kings' of human exploitation change their ways, or go insane!/
time now 4 some Armageddon rain…/
comin' like an outrageous freestyle Soul Train/

with love, peace, and soul/
hip hop, raves, and rock n' roll/
before it all went corporate, got bought out and sold/
turning the things that our people created cold/
and into corrupt aspects of a solely self-interested greedy money and war machine/
leaving mankind f--ked again, with no damn Vaseline/