WHY? - The Plan lyrics

The plan, no will just leave it to the whims
Of your unborn little ones

Or tonight write it for a joke
In unbroken code, in snow on snow
In the middle of the road write none
And leave it to the whims
Of your unborn little ones

Write a word for the fear
Of bees and nothing else
In the crease of a lonely book on the shelf
And leave it in reference only
For it to be found
By your anonymous homie crease
Writing pen pal

Or fear none and leave it to the whims
Of your unborn little ones

All the small tools
For an heirloom pocket watch
And the watch kept warm and working
In a raw skank's crotch