Epic storys told every day
I can never speak my mind.
The grip I have on reality
Indeed its quite unrealistic.

To always know the current
Hurts like neddles poured into a current.
My thoughts are congruent with bullets
Before and after shots fired. This is my fire.

I live with my own spirits
I have jedi mind tricks.
I kick it with my mind all the time
We drink soda and walk the streets at night.

But the mind is not to be wasted, not mine