When things around me are solid red,

I tend to be more aggressive not just in bed,

I feel hot even the slightest of the heat,

people’s evasion is what I always get.

When things around me are solid black,

dope as hell as I am either in front or back,

everything I do I always feel cool and sort of drunk,

defensive at times but things later on turn good not just out of luck.

When things around me are solid brown,

I become moronic to the bone,

everything I do I always feel down,

every angle is just strangely wrong.