Let's look behind the sarvaski crystals
Behind the .50 calibers and the pistols
Misused, pardoned self gotta excuse my issues
For me to have you a ritual
But i aint as crazy as i seem to be
It's just that nothing is the way that is seem's to me
Im feeling less then, Druggin him up with anti depressents
In essence im threatenin my character asessment
Truth told
I figure a few ho's mixed with some new clothes should cover my loop holes
If i'm misundersttod or mis-guided
Started when they passed the L' said just try it
When i dont wanna get outta bed i just fight it
Sometimes i dont eat for days i just diet
Only live once so if i just like it
I aint even checkin the price i just buy shit
I'm thinkin that will just hide it
But all it takes is life to ignite shit
I'm thinkin bout' death wondering how i'm gonna go
I cant be insane for just wantin to know
In my head i die often, I used to think of suicide often
Good suit on and a nice coffin
But that aint something i would try myself
Still they lock me in this room all by myself
I need a... Think i need a .....
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They say my symptoms are aggresive
They titled me a compulsive obsessive slash manic depressive
They trying to tell im a con and i game niggas
That's one reason i dont even entertain niggas
Not important who they are i wont name niggas
They like to say i got a tendencie to blame niggas
I keep fuckin shit up but keep trying
If ya'll would just trust me i wouldn't just keep lying
If i had bread i wouldn't be in debt
Let me clarify gettin in deaf ??
I feel like everytime i been less
When ever i invest whenever i inset i feel im innept
I try to make them understand but they just wont incept
I tell them 4 million others i am ???????????
There aint no book that tells a story there aint no index
We got some different type of cuts and no they aint princess
All this indigest seemingly in less
How i take in stress when i always went best
Aching in my chest and yet it still wont break me
They say the room is padded for my own safety
But the cushion dont soften shit
They locked the door but still they let my thoughts in it
And no one can tell me why im here
I cant even see the sky from here
I guess my time is near
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