She called me Black Philip
I understand the plan, but I’m just not with it
Was born in-clan, yes, this is used against me by the imbicilic
Unwilling to cut the umbillical chord with their own weakness
And as they see me unfold they feel it confirms their suspicion
That I can’t be stronger, only success of some kind proves might in their kite mind
Indignity I’m not spared or a million frowns unkind
Paranoia in hell and true poverty mankind’s
“Even if he’s right that’s certainly undesireable”
Like history repeating is the standard quo
Quoth the Raven: who the fuck knows? They never listen
No matter how far I go I never find
Because it is not a given, evolution is dead blind
Like Riddick
True motivation knows no plan
For success or failure
And that’s what freedom is, G
To be judged by nature’s terms and earn the right to die by one’s own
She called me Black Philip
And that’s all the succes I’ll ever need to know