So many rhymes on my brain, main, it's so hard to explain,
like trying to explain the differences of the four planes,
two spelled the same and with the other too it's the same,
this spelling has got us short changed, we need to change,
back to what I'm saying, that plain like simple and plain,
the plain like home on the range and playing in the plain,
the plane like boss it's that thing main, that thing main,
then plane like the first plain only on a different plane,
follow as we travel through this fourth dimensional plane,
as you stare at your LCD pane, I want you to feel my pain,
as I, paint pictures into your imagination with scripture,
picture a picture-perfect picture in broken picture frame,
picture me taking the blame, na main, that ain't my thang,
ask around about me if you doubt me or you could shout me,
they might say I'm insane or he's got one hell of a brain,
as I brake free from the chain, they all, hold up, 'How he?!'