I'm really not sure what this is, but I was sittin in english class bored as shit and this is what ended up on the paper (Personally, I thought it was pretty funny):

Balls to the wall, you fall, straight into a new idea of perception, a collection detection. What that you detect? the end result of the lit end of your cigarette. The effect of inebreation, in contemplation, a demonstartion, I'm glad you've been patient. I was once told by a traveling man with a J in hand, it's not about the land, or what is considered popular demand. Granted, the Lord works in mysterious ways, but our method is only gonna bring us more pain.
Som might say, philosophy's insane, but do have the answers, to the questions, you been restin, inside your cerebellum, let's hear 'em.
It's a gateway, the backdoor
An escape from your average life bore
Another level of consciousness import
The inhibitions of man with a mic and an attentive floor

It's the Rasta vibration
For what have you been waitin'
They say you been patient
It's time to wake up and feel loved

I'm gonna tell you now
It's not about where, when, who, why, and how
It's about a meditation
The way a concentration can connect a mental and spiritual station
So just sit back, relax, and let the mind refine creation

Too cold the fire and brimstone
Too warm your lips alone
Too loud the static that crowds the telephone

Let's make it self-righteous and unbearable
Then let's give it something of which to take hold
"Fasten your seatbelts" speaks alone from the speakerphone overhead
"You'd beeter get out of bed" that's what he said
"You shoud lay down instead" is what she said

This bicycle calls for a rider
This song call for a singer
This reason calls for a rhyme
But where has your god gone?

Hear a raindrop fall just the opposite side of the glass reflecting those lips I've come to love so much
Watch a teardrop falls down the cheek just opposite the one I caressed just a moment ago
Dear Dear Dear Light
Somebody told you there was more
My only choice was the door