I stand alone with no Uman
perched above a church's dome in Rome ruins
a far cry from coast to coast ruling
and a long way from oaks in rows soothing
most they don't listen to words, some regret it
consume the text or techs, son dissect it
a monsoon of bullets or bars fused and leaded
to carve tomb's few letters
I was sittin' on a barstool, spirits high, sober
in a town full of heroes and villains seekin' Noah
need to get a record played ain't see no chauffeur
so my brains my motor to the station's soldier
saw a Lolita print greeting me
'FMU so get tuned to the frequency
stand or fall but if we all take a break
pour some awesome joe and be forced to relate
to the pro in the zone he'll warp designs
and distort war thoughts from a porcelain mind
make it shine, take it - back to being - pure no evil
except for my record Mirror me Back, the sequel - scrapped
and now listen, we got the Prism
see ahead like C is binocular vision
seeming to mock the dissin people accosting him
and even embossing "Will C." into a box set tin
... isn't ... enough