[Intro: Alan Watts]

"Time is a social institution and not a physical reality

There is, in other words, no such thing as time

In the natural world, the world of stars and waters

And mountains and clouds and living organisms"

[Verse 1]

Do I believe in God? Or deserve his love?

Who the fuck is he anyway? That man up above

I got so many questions and so few answers

Reading the bible and still can't capture

Why people think that religion is key

I've tried to understand but a cult ain't for me

I think to myself; if I'm going to hell

Then it outta be, it don't bother me

And if God loves everybody why are people starving

All over Earth, was I given my birth

Just to question it, my thoughts are intimate

I'm trying to be much more than a pedestrian

Girls be riding me like they're equestrian

The mental mess I'm in, a failed specimen

Nobody takes him in, but shows love to him

Only when that motherfucker goes and picks up a pen

[Outro: Alan Watts]

"There is such a thing as rhythm, rhythm of tides

Rhythm of biological processors, but time as such

Is a social institution, Now of course

Are we going to take time seriously?

That is the big question"