I'm a shady ass fool.
I stick a machete in the back of your rib cage.
Try to disengage the blade just to save your life.
Caught a knife, backstabbed again.
Jealous, want your cabbage in.
Yelling how I break out the max in.
Fully automatic then.
Start spraying up shop.
Like a crooked cop, sneezing the trigger like iced tea.
It's magical how the psyche was gradually better morphosized right before your eyes and then flash on you.
I get cold sweats every morning waking up from nightmares about heaven being.
This padded room that God says I'm never leaving.
I wonder am I dead or breathing.
I think he's punishing me cause I think people look better bleeding.
I ain't crazy.
I came for Prozac and codeine to keep my mind floating.
Hoping I don't hurt somebody for no thing.
I ain't crazy.
I remember brighter days.
Before I was abducted by the greats, and now my mind's a maze insane.
I'm stalking the Berkeley streets searching for meat in trash cans with assorted leftovers.
I face foreclosure.
No home.
My mind roams in zones and mazes thinking about the days I've run.
I could have made it.
I can't accept panic swept.
I'm in arson.
Leaving the Oakland Hills smoke filled.
I'm deadlier than arsenic.
Down at Lake Merritt setting ducks on fire.
Watch them flutter and clap.
I'm on the run.
Fuck the priors.
Five hands is better than one.
Instead of just one when you see me, you better run.
They try to say that I'm crazy.
But I'm normal, and y'all crazy.
But it's just better than warm.
Instead of just one when you see me, you better run.
They try to say that I'm crazy.
It won't be long until I'm raised.
Raiders.
They say I'm whole is hot, infantile, talented, not committed enough to be committed, but imbalanced.
Lost my parents as a kid Nobody's really certain if their deaths were an accident See, that gets me laughing
You're all just victims for the assassin.
You use your drugs to suppress it, but I can't surpass.
The killer can't catch it.
I want to see the whole world in ashes.
Only then will I be happy.
They got my attitude switching conditions.
My brain's moving fast and I'm switching off this prescription drug addiction.
Trying to maintain the same, but everything's against the grain.
So it don't make sense to complain.
I'm convinced that my brain is tense from the strain and stress.
Wandering your town with intensive pain.
And yes, I like to do things until my mood swings.
And I'm like, fuck that.
Y'all niggas.
trying.
Five kids is better than one.
Instead of just one, when you see me, you better run.
They try to save
And I'm crazy.
But I'm normal.
And y'all crazy.
My friends are better than you are.
Instead of just one word, it seems you better run.
They try to say that I'm crazy, but I'm not high.
Y'all don't pretend that I'm crazy.
day.
I don't belong because I'm... Why do they hate you?
I've done all this.
What should I do?
I'm lost.
Why did they bump me?
I don't trust you.
Why did they do such scum?
Where are my bones?
