So much valuable time has been wasted
on thoughts implanted in my mind.
I thought I could be normal, get a career,
make money, and live a wonderful life.
I thought I could seem normal, act normal,
fall in love, and marry a beautiful wife.
Feel normal, start a family, grow old,
and then someday finally die.
That’s what I was taught was a slice of the American pie,
but people have a way of telling us lies until we believe the lies, then we live the lies, betraying our reason to live our life.
Little did I know someone had already cast the dice.

Dear God in heaven can you erase my past?
Can you see I’m consumed by this terrible hatred?
Is it time to unplug the mic and face it?
So many lives untouched as I let time pass.
Pathetic one did you have the last laugh?
Listen to the chamber clicking as I load it fast.
Listen to the clock ticking at the bottom of the trash.
Here’s a blast as I pack another track, can you taste it?
My track in your audio jack now study the facts.

This time I hope my memory erases.
So, I strap a pack to my back and prepare to get wasted.
Regardless of this bottle of Jack,
as I finish two pints — no wait, two pints and a half.
And some of them have the audacity to launch an attack.
I am sickened by the restriction of this system
crumbling underneath my feet.

Don't laugh!

My country tis of thee, this world is constricting my lyrical agility,
my freedom of speech, my true ability makes me
not normal.