Episode Four
Channel: Ill Nye
Date: 2012-05-19

Verse begins at 0:22

Beat from Pete Rock - The Cake

Lyrics:
imagine a self-inflicted prison to surround me
regrets and misdemeanors constantly abound(ing) me
impound me, incarceration no short work for
imagination-lacking, hall-of-fame jerkoffs
i feel buried deep, my soul interred
been six feet under since i spoke my first word
it's a cardinal sin to be deprived the light of day
but no one speaks up when the victim's sin-stained
here to stay, denied mental parole
my pre-frontal cortex lacks a fundamental role
and the television off, parental control // all
elemental droll, bored since morning roll // call
never made honor roll or class factotum
hid report cards from my mom when my brother showed em
i wouldn't take second opinions as far as i could throw em
when i dream i take em with me like a chris nolan totem
please leo, wake me up from out this nightmare
no kick, no compass, a sign to guide me out of here
my subconscious telling me morning couldn't come faster
the mother mary's there, too, praying i outlast her