[The SARS Volta]

trashin' atc; she ain't the worst it get
when y'all get off the net, it's the skeezers we sweat
find out what they about and gym sock's the best bet
--worse yet--i'm halfway to the convent from losing all hope
with others smoking pole for that extra hit of dope
to see all the grime you don't need a microscope
ain't no way to deal so i pen a rhyme to mope
now germinating like GH since there's no other way to cope
your shawty or your man
won't really help you find
the buzz you seek; they call it peace of mind