internal dismissal of thoughts, stuck in a claught,my own prisoner/
can't escape,minds cleared like a crystal,insisten myself ta clench the pistol/
a fist-full of anger aimed in my angle,danglen off the rope like the jaws of an outraged pitbull/
stuck in a mystical reality thats got my mind crippled like christopher/
i twist-and-turn and still can't brake away from this shit-that-burns my insides maken me crouch till i miss-my-turn/
my stomaches churned ta the point that i aint even concerned with the pain that travels from head-ta-stern/
i pretend-ta-learn my lesson but continue ta mess-with drugs that sting when i ingest-them and burn my intestistines when i digest-and/
iv tried resten, waken up and seein if my chest dont sting after i rested,but its still there,i feel like theres no way ta correct it/
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