Freestyle

Welcome to the mind like an insane asylum//

Bodies hooked to wires, inhumane violence planting chips inside the brain//

Crying sick vessels, from down the hall//

reaching in the darkness, of an empty drawer for rat-poison and tylenol//

Going crazy, weighed down by the iron ball//

revalations in my head//

i'm half dead//

it's the last day's bout to blaze, this cigarette that is//

Minds foggy from dem pills and shit//

got me in a daze and ready to quit//

Shoot steady from the free-throw line though, like Kobe and the Lakers//

Blood Red, have you runnin' to your neighbor in this verse//

hold you down in a Lyrical Hearse//

Never to get back up, it's only a miracle you still writing can't hack the own verses that you biting//

[Signing your dying name], on the dotted line, the last in your bloodline//

all you can do is hold up your hands, like a mime, [signing to your fans]//

anyway they pray almost everyday, especially on thursday when you extra thirsty//

coddled down in ya bunk, like a wartime bunker hiding from the venomous thunder//

seven months of the lessons of pain of semblance//

In an ambulance for acting out, reality's gone and i'm about to pass out//

more wires no more backing out, im about to hit this cigar, and cash out//

Cash out, masked and ready once again to act out//

Sacrificing bodies in the back yard, ya shack were I [act hard]//

drinking everyday, a drunkard given lee-way to spray dead mammals//

constantly killing more devils, then D-Day on another level, thats why i'm given lee-way//

stress and dismay, making constant excuses while following silhouettes and illusions//

testin' my faith probably just in a phase casting rhymes out to cyberspace//

higher stakes when they close them iron gates//

have more bodies stacked in the closet than norman bates//

strapped down in a gurney like a fish caught in a net//

thoughts of headin' to the liquor store, caught n possessed//

demons tryin hard like college finals, puttin my mind to the test//

stressed is what I meant, for no apparent reason//

so much disorganized thought patterns//

you would think I'm tweekin'//

still prayin' to a Higher Power, no matter how sinister this may look//

Spill more truth then if you were reading the Big Book//