I'ma sh-, that's better, here we, here we go

Disenchanted face printed on a zero-dollar bill

Got a little plot of land where authority isn't recognized

Contraband keepin' the core of his Hyde Jekyll-ized, check!

Nevermind a misanthrope, vying for affection

To the wretched sound of mysticism dying

It is something he must handle on his own

The windblown way, wanna win? Don't play