I kill the rhyme again
I'm comin' sick and on time
Words manifest from deep inside
Where people hide
Within it, chemical unbalanced
On the triple beam
Fuck what you heard, it's about what I seen
I seen it happen
Back hand brand to the face smackin'
Definite disorder
Now his mindset is blackend
The doctors say he's got the brain
Of a murderer
This rugged style steals your brain
Like a burglar

Chorus:
My heart is bleading and this pain will not pass
It's not receding my body going numb
A bad trip child, rolled stoned, keeping high
He don't know what he's doing
He just keeps getting by
Go away, I want to be thrown away

Born sick, nothing in his hands
But his dick
He couldn't handle pressure
He couldn't shit
For the life he was leading
Led him down the wrong path
Where guns blast, don't give a shit
about the God's wrath
Don't want to talk to the counselor, doctor
To tell 'em what's real, tell 'em what's proper
The situation's unclear like gray
And I know it gets worse everyday

Chorus

I am a mess, I've made a huge mess
I can't control myself
I'm losing it, I've lost it
I've split all my marbles

'Cause I see you inside of me
Sometimes I want to be thrown away
A hyper spaz, and that is the way
Sometimes I want to be thrown away