In my mind the monkey battles
In my spine the snake rattles
I’m growing quills in my back
I guess, that’s when white turned to black
My memory is all in shambles
My legs are not allowed to ramble
My hands were built to tremble
My life is one big gamble
They say I’m not right in the head
But their dreams are pent to the bed
I guess, I’m a little bent
But they broke me with their wrongs