I dont need a Doctor

Doctor . . . Help . . . (hahaha) . . . I’m Crazy

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So everyone said I was crazy, yes I was perhaps I was lazy yes I was, but its high you time I figured you knew, I may be crazy the same who blew up his mind with 6 packs ended up thinking a plan with anthrax, quite possibly I am crazy, “Yo kid I think you gotta chillax” screw that since I’m brown I cant relax, see I think ive turned psycho with all these people screaming at me, “doctor I need half a cup of silicon” Watcha gonna do blow up the world, take a seat I’ll get you an ice cream cone, hypothetically speaking I should’ve been a psycho with all these curse words that people gave me starting from that lizard in my 6th grade class I named gecko, yo I think I may have gotten brain damaged in that locker I remember I was just screaming “Please just let me go like a girl so they said sock her”, now you see why I’m in the doctor’s office cause all my life I’ve been treated like a psycho, my mind’s warped up in some tornado quite possibly a cyclone, I bet if I wasn’t so brain damaged I would’ve ruled that embassy but whatever you people out there cant you see, over there my parents shouting kid what you gonna be, well I cant im so sorry I’m completely worthless, I’m too brain damaged to think I couldn’t even count those hits cause they were countless, (ha ha), I’ve lost my brain so I aint that brainiac, whenever I visit my home doctor he says “No improvement Maniac” I study hard but always fails im at the brink of dawn yet I remotely turned insomniac, I could list so many things in my mind that could’ve been listed but you know what they say “It never existed”, so I was just sitting in class and thinking how I could be one of those guys out there drinking, until I lost my second memory when that soccer ball hit me, it was a smack in the face like Bruce lee in Fist of fury, yo I would’ve nailed you if I could think properly and report you to the judge of jury, I am psycho so I put fires in people’s home (haha) how’re you gonna extinguish listen up your first mistake was when you couldn’t tell whether I was a psycho you couldn’t distinguish, this is why I decided to write all this shit in this letter in a language you could understand I call it English, heck if you want me to write an allegory I will, but first of all to all those haters I hope these words get through your mind like a siren drill, Soon enough I could’ve had my brain in use, but quite possibly and potentially I’m sure it would infuse and when it would infuse it would never turn back and blow back like a huge humpback and never defuse,(explodes) well there goes my brain, well I took the pleasure of being called psycho now I wont have to be insane, I once heard that your emotions were connected to your brain since I have nothing of left I wont be needing to jump out that window pane, next thing I hear in both my ears “Kid take a trip down memory lane” sorry doctor, I wont need to I aint psycho cause I aint got no brain, no I’m not in the lines of whether I’m insane or sane, I’m brainless, this time when that kid down the street calls me some shit it wont hurt me cause its painless, just like all those needles you gave me remember, it happened right there 10 months ago while I was sitting in that chair in December, yes it was so cold back then my heart remembers cause all those curse words made my brain turn back my grades into the worst numbers, well I could’ve been better if it wasn’t for the previous verse, Dammit, what you put in my brain was like a curse, that crazy doctor tested on me since I was the first, I wonder how I remember all this shit, am I genius no I aint from the british empire of the brits, see I know this because my heart knows the way that life just flows, I wont be needing no brain cause that’s the way this man goes, scratch that I aint no man, quite possibly a boy, when that doctor released me from my prison chair I kick-slapped him across his face and yelled in his face “Oh Joy!!” Oh I forgot no emotions, (haha) screw that all my life I’ve been rehearsed and played around with this aint no movie motions, if I could grab a magic bottle of lotion that could erase my psychotic deeds that never done, I promise I’ll go learn my scientific notation, you know what teacher I have another question, “yes kid?” Yeah well, how come you cant announciate those words with proper eunianciation, it would help in learning this mathematical relation, ended up throwing a chalk at my head at supersonic speed I think I’m dead, well what do you think it hit me in supersonic speed, there goes my regenerated right side of the brain hold up gang I’ll be needing some of that weed, don’t call me that shit my name is Waleed, I’m back to being a psycho no more good deeds, no more teacher telling me “Kid just read” yeah well I got fed up so stapled his nuts to a locker, yelled out “Fuck the freeworld” while I played soccer, I do what I want not what others desire since im a psycho you can safely call me a liar, check it out these lyrics are on fire, no not literally you idiot, but lyrically these words are what keeps me critical perhaps my brain is still in relapse but I’m still thinking of that next syllable, I remember I used to be a die hard Eminem fan but forgot since my head hit the edge of that brittle, Too much knowledge for me to take it I don’t wanna do no assignment on bristle board, the next day I’ll be screaming “Oh Lord” Oh god please just help me, day by day I’m losing my mentality, (oh shit), you know what you could assume I’ve already lost my newfound sanity, You could even assume my brain’s back in gear going back in time the process of reversal, too many hits to the hit caused me rethink these lines like it was a dress rehearsal, so all my life I’ve been walking this invisible tightrope, it’s a damn good think I aint the king of that pope, in fact, If I could back in time and flow back perhaps to the time when I was born and backtrack, I would cause a fatality error to my doctor right there in the gut like a power pack, no that wouldn’t do anything it would cause a setback, that’s a fact . . . and will always be a fact.