as a man stands in a dark room with nothing but a crack in a wall to keep him from loosing his complete sanity, Prisoner#154672 in cell block 6, taps his feet in a rythmatic pattern. The man whith nothing to live for, and a lot to die for then looks around his cage and realizes for the first time in 2 years that he will never see the sunrise again. (slow beat plays)

enter the mind.....of a homocidal lunatic/
Bi-Polar whatching alter egos hangin off a crusafix/
Numerouse body counts.... got me like an illusionist/
blood on my palms, the feel of bars make me furiouse/
going back to the days, when the hood was all about.../
makin paper routs just to see what U'd get out/
but hiphop and clint eastwood movies has washed my brains out/
Death kreeps up behind me, touches my inner thoughts blindly now/
whent too far while I was ryming/
the shrink got slaped for thinking I was crying out/
killed more than just the alphabets while I was freestyling/
subconciouse nonesence gots me wilen' violent/
in a cage, wit my last days drawing near in silence/
tally em up wit a nail screachin against a wall/
not enough air or food, and no sun light shinning at all/
I dont fit in wit these niggaz, they got rapist and racist/
shock derapy docters comin in and out wit suits and cases/
Wills gettin exacuted today, the lights been flickerin at fast paces/
Mine is an old school fireing squad, nothin like getting shot in vast places/
all I did was run up on some fans and shot em in there faces/
now Im being cutt off from existance itself/
for instense, intense decisions enormasly forfit my health/
the prison gaurd talks to me alot, he says"boy, U goin to hell"/
but Im knowing this well/
should turned to god befor I saw the hole and I fell/

He stops to hear the priest coming. he can tell becouse of the manner the all the other captives and savages have silenced in respect. the Priest stands outside his cell and looks at him wit a glare of forgiveness. The man looks at him and says.

Father, I know that in life Iv sinned/
I heard how life must end in order for it to begin/
but I aint ready to die by Ur hands/
I rather take my self Out,
and he pulls out a shank from his pants..........

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..