Mouthing off

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just different

trying to trace invisible lines

my minds on data overload

much too heavy to hold the load

my broken wings taking flight

no headlights so I disappear

in the night my mind tells me

I'm not alone in this fight

I take a look around everybody's gone

beaten on bars no one’s at home

to let me in sun beats down on my skin

feels like mace in the face

moving like I'm in a foot chase

running all over the place

through alley ways, over brick walls

backyards with barking dogs

hella bent arrested development

sealed in a envelope orange like

cantaloupe melon feeling like a

felon I'm bailing out hearing footsteps

in the night give me a light

for this blunt this smokes for real

it's not a stunt I'm taking it too far

back to put up a front feel the brunt

of the joke don't go for the okey doke

I'm high on pavement ask me how

my day went on the roadside where

cars keep passing me by like

drive bys this kind of life is suicide

yet too adventurous to go inside

just call it passing time if it starts

to rain I must oblige too dangerous

to get struck twice by flashing lights

acting on impulse am I breathing

feel my pulse some of my folks

hate me but no blood lost I'm not

bleeding, I'm not pleading to get

my soul back I had to pay a hell

of a cost suicide is nothing when

you want to die but it's everything

when you just need to cry who's

by your side no one’s by mine

who can you trust just to get by help

to ease the pain you feel inside

reach in and massage your heart

back to life somebody screamed

"PLEASE TAKE MY LIFE"

all this pain feels like a stabbing

knife looking out for pain killers

tell me have you seen the dope dealers

I need the ghetto healers to lay hands

on me give me something to set my demons

free where would I be if I wasn't true to me

accumulated enemies so called friends

are who they use to be the truth behind

my lines deep in the temple of my mind

what are you trying to find stop picking

my brain It's the pain that's driving me

insane it's not my frontal lobe I'm under

the curse of Job will my ending be

better than my beginning started

I was born unloved and broken hearted

hand me that bandana to wipe the sweat

from my brow my minds on fire and about

to explode aggravated mic in hand and I'm

talking loud is this thing on? many faces

out in the crowd trying to figure out what it is

I'm ranting about enthralled like their looking

at me in a crystal ball I kicked a trash can over

and woke the law just trying to get my

frustration out through my art from the heart

please let me talk got me a ticket for

breaking some kind of law crossing a line

that I didn't see apparently drawn by the enemy