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Yo, wake up, Van!
Brother, you’ve been asleep for a good long while
Things sure have changed a lot;
reality took a dark turn,
being so boorishly bad is fashionably back in style
Like a rip in time,
Van, your thug gangsta days 
is now ancient crime
Whatcha did, and whatcha wanna do,
it don’t matter much
A little twinkle winkle bell
told me that you was down for change
That you just needed a positive monetary boost
Listen and understand, Van — 
you fell asleep with the TV on,
and the subliminal messages must’ve seeped thru
and brainwashed you
You can’t jumpstart an old car,
and expect to get far 
down the same rocky road
Besides, your pockets still got holes;
and your mind got Swiss tissues,
full of charcoal fluid materialistic issues
Don’t you see,
it’s all about to go up in flames
any Green paper Day now
Bigger sharks than you are on the prowl,
and Van, you’ve gotten couch potato soft, my man
I can see the voices are telling you 
to sit back and relax ... close your eyes
Take a load off 
and rest a little longer for a good while
But whatever you do, the drowsy bug voices  
in yo’ head says: Don’t touch that dial!
Let the reruns play ...
Don’t touch that dial!
Put the snooze alarm on timer delay ...
Don’t touch that dial!
No need to fret and worry ...
Don’t touch that dial!
And definitely don’t watch and pray — 
Put down the phone, 
let the emergency dial tone drone
Just close your eyes
and get your pacifying smoke on

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