Way past psychotic, squash a beef and restart it
no reason to my rhyme so now I'm labled retarded
downing shot after shot with no thought of consequences
off the roster for awhile, now I'm stright off the benches
ready to bust back in four color, speech impendement with no stutter
modern day mercenary, age old world hunter
no medicine in the world can make me think stright
not prozac, xanax, lexepro: happy pills make me crack like egg crates
i got voices in my head arguing with my better half
I silence them all cause a blank mind goes down a solider path
am I crazy, off my rocker, lost down the path of life?
Maybe I'm the sane one while the world flies a metal kite
in a monsoon while I stay hidden in the shadows far past noon
or maybe im out of it cause its only a month past June
Makes no sense to you, but to me its plain logic
mind games in the brains casino, can't get out cause I forgot that I locked it
no act, I know my life, its scripted and plotted
but the minds kinda sketchy, the specifics are only jotted. . .

Just some old bullshit, I totally have writers block right now..
just thought I'd drop somethin' old.

Peace,
Sweft

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