……if they killed another mockingbird, do we get Gregery Peck, or Inspectah Deck, the key to our cage is around our necks, even with a notice we still don’t notice, through our captor’s rituals, we’ve become too habitual, it caused the fear not the gun to become the factor, it stopped you from going after; you was intimidated by your enemy’s heights, so you just acted like you didn’t even have sight, gave into fright, how do you sleep at night, but don’t worry you not alone, every man is your clone, we procrastinate and look the other way until it’s too late, now we stand in front of Godzilla, and it’s part guerrilla, plus it got on a wig, smoking a cig, you dig.. where’s the neighborhood wino, I need a swig, got to figure out how to replace the lid, if I thought it would have worked, I would’ve just hid; fear got me acting like a kid.