Set of broken records

By shitting out emotions I never Feel The Pain,

I'll keep on speaking my mind til I'm on Steel Restraints,

Til I'm in the Psych Ward and I OD on Concealed Cocaine,

Til I'm popped off dead by Navy SEALS in the Brain,

See, I try to get under your skin to Peel and then Raise,

Your soul to the point that you can't tell if this is Real or Fake,

Only difference is there's no commision that Realtor's Take,

Because it's all an attempt to vent all the shit in my Septic Tank,

I may be a broken record but let me Set It Straight,

That I am spineless is no reason for me not Expressin Hate,

I don't think I'm so superior that I need to Meditate,

I am not hesitant when it comes to throw down with Heavyweights,

I am not hurt by no insults that are Sent This Way,

Because those hurtful thoughts I can Insulate,

No matter what season even Within Cold Days,

Even if I Spin and my Sole Sprains,

I'm only trying to jazz it up, like I'm In Soul Train,

How can I Show Plain and Simple,

That I despise the Left and RIght and only wanna Praise The Middle,

Fuck if I confuse you then your curiosity should Crave a Riddle,

Because at the end of all the fighting and division we all wanna Stay A LIttle,

A Group, that Betrays and Belittles,

But still shine its light like Rays Within Crystals

The type of substance that authors Shape With Symbols,