My Verbal Psychosis
Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 10:40 am
I Had a Dream N this iz what happened..
Good Luck N brake a leg, Its apart of the game
But who gives a fuck? as my mind slowly began 2 change
I might do better wit my ankles sprained.
Its because I heard through the grape vine my X likes many men
So I called up the homies, as she caught da train.
(Den my dream flips)
Meanwhile My Idols gone insane with verbal dribble, & utters mental verses
as I stand ready wit a pen in hand
Thinkin psychotic thoughts in brain "What's the worst kid?"
I stab his neck & watch him bleed 2 death, as He gurgles curses.
Who's awt 2 blame?
I cant figure out why the instrumental plays slow melodies.
Then I close my eyes next thing I know, Im in da psych ward wit cops sayin
Im under arrest for assault charges, verbal abuse & plenty more felonies.
I scream No!!
They cover my mouth & say enuff of your strange racket
I struggle & try 2 wrestle free as I'm cuffed in my straight jacket.
I'm thrown into a truck & halled off to asylums in albtrass
with dark voids & black masses.
Suddenly I get a cell, with a teacher givin me emcee classes.
I hear voices
I wake up from my dream & see a light in my room that's green & turquoishish
Then I scream again thinkin about being locked away
4 My Verbal Psychosis...
Damn!!
- NoVeL
Good Luck N brake a leg, Its apart of the game
But who gives a fuck? as my mind slowly began 2 change
I might do better wit my ankles sprained.
Its because I heard through the grape vine my X likes many men
So I called up the homies, as she caught da train.
(Den my dream flips)
Meanwhile My Idols gone insane with verbal dribble, & utters mental verses
as I stand ready wit a pen in hand
Thinkin psychotic thoughts in brain "What's the worst kid?"
I stab his neck & watch him bleed 2 death, as He gurgles curses.
Who's awt 2 blame?
I cant figure out why the instrumental plays slow melodies.
Then I close my eyes next thing I know, Im in da psych ward wit cops sayin
Im under arrest for assault charges, verbal abuse & plenty more felonies.
I scream No!!
They cover my mouth & say enuff of your strange racket
I struggle & try 2 wrestle free as I'm cuffed in my straight jacket.
I'm thrown into a truck & halled off to asylums in albtrass
with dark voids & black masses.
Suddenly I get a cell, with a teacher givin me emcee classes.
I hear voices
I wake up from my dream & see a light in my room that's green & turquoishish
Then I scream again thinkin about being locked away
4 My Verbal Psychosis...
Damn!!
- NoVeL
