B.R.E prezents:Mind drug.....a little on the poetic side let me know what youthink
the vision in my head was ethreal
so fake and real
luring me to provoke the unreal
it's making me hallucinate
like a drug or an addiction
that i hate
my brain is blurry causing pain that i anticipate
my thoughts begin to fade
trying to escape
like over my shoulder like a saint
causing nothing but pain
going insane
hard to tame this game that i play
memories suddenly happy but visionly scary
full of poetic theory
full of my lifes memory
wheres this talent i need to contain
wheres all the words that i can't explain
it makes me dizzy
my rhymes scattered there fizzy
constantly busy
inside my skull
waiting to release ready to pull
using a pen as an escaping tool
away from society
full of illusions variety
flowing away high above me
for all the world to see the true visions
all of my lifes execussions
blistered fingers turning lyrically abusive
never conclusive
my writings a sickness
my minds illness
my hands need to drain
my internal pain
leaving stains
across a paper
my own hands a thought raper
as if the grim reaper has taken my body and
left nothing but soul and words
it's absurd
how can a mind think so much
it's disturbed
my bodies concerned
cause still there is nothing that it's learned....
