I try to communicate verbally But my mind is against delivery Because am being held hostage mentally Subconsciously unaware of what I do physically Am spiritually lost inside this body Neglected in every city All my new friends are imaginary Psychologically am unbalanced walking with demons Am the world's deadliest venom Because my body wants to be the devils kingdom But my spiritual being is still fighting for freedom Though its locked in the dungeon I smoke **** everyday thinking am fly like a pigeon I feast in pits and operate garbage like a surgeon Seeking the best meat which I seldom feast on ****... I think am going mad on this microphone
Inspired from a mad man's inner person speaking out