Life In The D

My life in the D is a tragicomedy, a poetic verse

Its voodoo, some say black magic ettouffe, a dead mans curse

Its just like the Egyptian tombs, tunnels leading to empty rooms

Skeptics think its a doctored photo of a U.F.O

Youre wasting your breath on life after death 'cause Im almost sure

If hell does exist, then the Devils a scientist, finding a cure

Its life, microscopic size, unseen by the naked eye

The answers encoded with ink thats invisible

When God made the earth and saw his net worth, he posed for a shot

And life in the D is what was handed to me and thats what Ive got

Its all just a hologram, locked in a vault, its a cryptogram

A lie on the polygraph test, its detectable