Relate.

We've discussed the web, three points of view, as an analogy of the selective operation of our senses and mind

Whereby certain things in the world are picked out significantly

A sudden dynamic agony and pain, a sudden destruction, this system its ways

The grow without a father, mother, is stringed

Splashing thru mud puddles while it rains

I hate to see you ain't nothing but the same

Years done past, and nothing about it changed

The world and its talk ain't nothing but a game

My name gone mean something man one of these days

But I can relate, I can relate to the pain that it brings

I can relate to the pain in its sins