WHY

On this journey of life, I'm on the road to self-improvement

Before my body entombment, I'll start this sleeper cell movement

Till the whole world is fluent in the language of peace

I refuse to get down on my knees, give up my piece, call it a lease

With an option to buy, there's wise guys meet the chief

With underworld ties, then hog ties, loose ends with the knot of a sailor

If boss lives ever seem to fall out of favor, we all die

Safety measures, secret locks so deep they're worth more than any sacred treasure

If it's work or leisure, I got you guilty and your hated pleasure

The weighted pressure of trying to please the Joneses, keeping up with the Kardashians