Well let me pull myself up and out of this toilet That I'm in. It's liberating for a little while But living in shit with shit And bein' all about shit ain't my style So up to the front I go Past the ass rim where the sun and the snow melt into a river of sprinkly clear water
Deep in the toilet Doo Deep Doo I'm in the cube, in the cube
Deep Doo Doo
Numb to the cold that I'm swimmin' in I imagine a world without sin Where there's mutual respect for every soul With no question And no testin' of no one's wits or individuality.
I'm in the cube And I'm deep in the toilet Way down deep Where no good scent can spoil it where I can get respect from all the shit around me As far a what comes down from above me I'm in the cube And I'm deep in the toilet Way down deep Where no good scent can spoil it It eventually turns into a degree of a flea Down here I see the future of life to be It's too crowded up here Everybody's greedy and they just Won't calm down Their intentions are good But they always get drowned by the ego overthrown And the know-it-all hard-heads that insist on running the show. The devil dookey that threatens my friends and me
Some get so caught up within the Whirlpool of bad that while trying to reach the good they still end up bein' sad from trying to rush into Helping God's plan
Back down I go to the toilet bowl roll Where no one is and are Afraid to go. I can find peace and tranquility amongst the peanuts and shit The smell is only a bluff Just to make me leave from In the cube this fuckin' cube In the toilet Where no good scent can spoil it. Let's be real with ourselves Let's be real with ourselves From the dirt we came And from the dirt we shall return This is a lesson in life We should all learn I'm in the cube And I'm deep in the toilet Way down deep Where no good scent can spoil it It eventually turns into a degree of a flea Down here I see the future of life to be. Cuzz no matter how much you Stack it up high, it always goes down To the dirt where the shit fertilizes Some don't realize we come from this dirt Shit. The mineral pit. God made the devil But the devil makes us weak sometimes So are we fighting against a part of God Or is a part of God's creation lying? Let some woman or man deem himself special Cuzz when your label is gone Your road is long Back to the minerals and vitamins Where you belong