Throwin My Beat Down

Calibration or coincidence
Prosperity or pestilence  
I've got an herbal verbal  
Garden growing incense  
I go with the flow  
Flowing waters follow
You don't know  
What works, what doesn't work  
Waterworks  
Pouring out tears all these years  
Of unspoken fears and who hears  
In the night when everything's alright  
But ain't right.  
Who turned out the lights,  
Extinguished my rights  
To choose and I lose  
Ain't no winners here my dear  
You better steer clear  
Of the darkness and fear.  
Just look to the sky, don't ask why  
And get high  
on the atmosphere.