Soul Calibration

In this finite material box But I infinitely soul Dont break down Break it up and roll it Sublimate like blunts Thats sadistic to the lungs I I I I eye Ayeeeee Am Imperial My true form is immaterial My life be like Not very superior Cause im a killer whos serials Well it seems you believe If it comes true in your dreams It Ain't a fluke nor fantasy Its the glue at the seams So you wont lose sanity But all it proves is that you outta And the space that you take Well it Made you a product A mooch and a slave to the dolla Once a man from a cave with no minimum Wage Is now just fodder for depraved I really dont wanna explain No. Its not that its complicated I