I’m up in the woods, I’m down on my mind 
I’m building a still to slow down the time 
I’m up in the woods, I’m down on my mind 
I’m building a still to slow down the time 
I‘m up in the woods, I’m down on my mind 
I’m building a still to slow down the time 

I’m lost in the world, I’m down on my mind 
I’m new in the city, and I’m down for the night 
Down for the night 
Said she’s down for the night 

[Kanye West] 
You're my devil, you're my angel 
You're my heaven, you're my hell 
You're my now, you're my forever 
You're my freedom, you're my jail 
You're my lies, you're my truth 
You're my war, you're my truce 
You're my questions, you're my proof 
You're my stress and you're my masseuse 
Mamasaymamasamamakusa 
Lost in this plastic life 
Let's break out of this fake ass party 
Turn this in to a classic night 
If we die in each others arms 
We still get laid in our afterlife 
If we die in each others arms 
We still get laid, yeah 

I’m up in the woods, I’m down on my mind 
(Run from the lights, run from the night) 
I’m building a still to slow down the time 
(Run for your life, Down for the night...) 
I’m lost in the world, I’m down on my mind 
I’m new in the city, and I’m down for the night 
Down for the night 
Said she’s down for the night 
(Run from the lights, run from the night) 

Gil-Scott Heron: 
Who will survive in America 
Who will survive in America 
Who will survive in America 

I’m lost in the world, I’m down on my mind 
I’m new in the city, and I’m down for the night 
Down for the night 
I’m lost in the world, I’m down on my mind 
I’m new in the city, and I’m down for the night 
Down for the night 

[Gil-Scott Heron] 
Us living as we do upside down. 
And the new word to have is revolution 
People don’t even want 
To hear the preacher spill or spiel 
Because God’s hole card 
Has been thoroughly peeked 
And America is now blood and tears 
Instead of milk and honey 
The youngsters who were programmed 
To continue fucking up 
Woke up one night 
Digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner 
As the good guys 
America stripped for bed 
And we had not all yet closed our eyes 
The signs of Truth were tattooed 
Across our often entered vagina 
We learned to our amazement 
Untold tale of scandal. 
Two long centuries buried 
In the musty vault, hosed down daily with a gagging perfume 
America was a bastard the illegitimate daughter of the mother country 
Whose legs were then spread around the world 
And a rapist known as freedom, 
Free doom. 
Democracy, liberty, and justice 
Were revolutionary code names 
That preceded the bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling in the mother country’s crotch 
What does Webster say about soul? 
All I want is a good home and a wife 
And a children and some food to feed them every night 
After all is said and done build a new route to China if they’ll have you 

Who will survive in America? 
Who will survive in America?