My life in the D is a tragicomedy

A poetic verse

Its voodoo some say black magic ettouffe

A dead mans curse



Its just like the Egyptian tombs

Tunnels leading to empty rooms

Skeptics think its a doctored photo

Of a U.F.O



Youre wasting your breath on life after death

Coz Im almost sure

If hell does exist than the Devils a scientist

Finding a cure



Its life microscopic size

Unseen by the naked eye

The answers encoded with ink

Thats invisible



When God made the earth and saw his net worth

He posed for a shot

And life in the D is what was handed to me

And thats what Ive got



Its all just a hologram

Locked in a vault its a cryptogram

A lie on the Polygraph test

Its detectable