Physcotic flow

( the flow is meant to be kind of fast in order to flow with the beat and make it sound better)

 

My minds a puzzle ready to be deciphered quick

Sometimes i struggle when i try to juggle this frenzy of writing sick

I'm having a frightening fit and being guided quick with the laws that im abiding with

When i rhyme and spit /And write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

So i speed it up...

Made bad choices in my years but i steer clear of evils touch

I hear voices clear in my ear that i fear are demons 'FUCK!'

I've been deemed a fiend/Cause i haven't seized my dreams/And succeeded much

So i conceived a scheme/And retrieved the keys/Inside my mind and sealed it shut.