...this is a dialouge
between my instinct and tha broke struggling artist in me
tha sensible side is green
there is a way man didn't u make plans u were dealt a great hand
tha locals are yur fake fans so u keep reserved like state land
thanks for caring, wow lyrically I'm bearing down at my parents house
to me it's all apparent now u want to find my feelings share n pout
u know yur rhymes rock but why do u let text lines talk
maybe u need some time off before yur fucking minds lost
it's not me when a knife goes slash or even when tha rifles blast
do u even know how a psycho acts thats a boundry I might roll past
man yur insane and wreckless and so yur text is go on mr. obsessive
why don't u get tha message think of what u want and make a check list
whatever u say mr. evil clone u should be terminated if yur heats so chrome
I don't want what people own actually to tell u I just want a peacefull home
I look at u and see a dream dying look matrix there are no machines rising
rain can't u see tha scenes drying don't waste tha drops ya seem wise in
yur nursery rhymes belong in a cradle dude and mine are a fatal tool
I'm sorry u think yur fables true call me out unless yur not able to
get a medic yur sick flows famished we've all had it with yur little antics
I heard u thought u were okay if so panic yur just a typical skitophrentic
in my mind are riots only I won't listen to some biased phoney
who are u to diagnose me I'm like a thief I don't buy it homey