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Dual personalities living within myself
Oh you said therapy? Nah, I don't need no help
Shit ain't black and white, it ain't everybody
It ain't right to kill, still might catch a body
Resurrect it like Jesus,
Straight outta the gate, a tale based off self-hate
Peep how certain pieces of the jigsaw develop and correlate:
More undefined than cardinal directions in space,
Nationality, ethnicity, or descriptions of race
Turned into a Make-A-Wish kid
Cut on the right eye was vicious
Narrowly missed the right temple, accident forgivness
Left cowering in the corner like he heard three 6's
inspiration doesn't have one source
from everywhere it takes its course
lives in places, different faces
graces nature with it's force
if you can't see it all around us, start looking
Intro: I want to thank my Twin B for believing in my talent when I didn’t, love you…
Young J is a rapper he says
I write my own lyrics to these songs, please press reply
Free your mind, free your mind
What does it mean, really, to "free your mind?
Is it to have a brain with no thought? Like weight with no size?
All you bitches that fake yea you can go take the bus
all these bitches that fake always getting so fucked up now
All you bitches that fake man yea can go take the bus
fuck these haters
fuck ugly thots
It sucks to suck.
It sucks we all suck.
Suck it! I guess it's useless.
There aren't many people who are a real.
I ain't talking about a the trend of being real,
I mean really real.
Hopeless, and I don't think that you noticed so i wrote this
Cause I want you to know this before I disappear,whether I'm dead or gone,far from here
Love my city although many mental wounds had to scar here
Stare at this paper writing yeah life is complete
Bullshit that is,music is my only retreat
Demons haunting me I could never hope to defeat
Can't believe my life lately man,where do i begin?
It's been a crazy few months, dont know when it'll end
It's all been negativity no positive spin
Fighting a uphill battle assumin i'd never win,well
Years spent stuck in my old habits they're so hard to let go of
Dents in these walls, loco enough to blow, but i got no motive
So explosive they say i need a therapist, to attack my head like a terrorist
Oneida says she's out of timefor mining lies from crooked mindsand spending nights beneath strange blanketsstreet-to-street, tab at a time.
The people act like they know me.
Act like they know what it's like to be "free".
Freedom? What a fucking joke.
Locked inside the bars of my own mind, rattling the cells but no one hears me.
To whom do we owe the pleasure
of your enchanting spewing
graceful nature?
Around which many gather themselves,
a crowd to applaud your short comings,
and possibly a cheer or two.
It’s hard on you my dear,
Always on the move and working fulltime,
Carding young people swimming in beer,
Or choking on the lime.
You look exhausted my love,
As you dart from edge to edge of your cage, so tiny.
