Down on my luck, ain’t the words to use…
More like seriously fucked, from a life of abuse.
So I’m never excused when I blow my fuse…
Though I claim confused when hit with bad news.
But I didn’t choose to cop this bad attitude.
I just hate feeling groggy, like when ya hit snooze.
That’s why I’m blue, with blurry vision…
From always havin docs wantin to listen.
Locked in this cage of glass and prescriptions…
Missing the love and touch of feminism.
Having my jizm driven by myself in this prison…
But I’ve never crashed and burned not once in existence.
Cuz long ago I learned to keep up persistence.
And take advantage of the damage done to my soul…
By letting inner demons take control.
But it’s cold on this concrete they call solitary…
Befriending roaches and rats as my face grows hairy.
But it’s just temporary, this burden I carry…
Like pallbearers do at the cemetery.
General pops the other op, but they keep me sedated…
Cuz inmates are ingrates that keep me aggravated.
But I was motivated to collect my dues from him…
Cuz I exerted alotta effort to keep from causing mayhem.
But was there thanks? No. Just attempted rape…
Cuz I slipped at the lip and spoke of an escape.
WTF? They drug me, s’nowhere near my fault…
I didn’t mean to bring your plans to a screeching halt.
Like salt in wounds, he rejected my plea…
And tried to make me a bitch who sits to pee.
Unknowingly he fucked with a man who’s restrained…
By several selected sedatives that try to dull my brain.
Insane, I know, but I was waiting for this…
A chance to unleash the rage that persists.
A victim who wasn’t in the least innocent…
Is just what I needed, like he was heaven sent.
And bent is how I left him, adrenaline overpowers…
The drugs that supposedly calm for hours.
I remember his blood and I remember the lust…
I felt for his death, like he was a bitch with a bust.
Skull against cell floor with thumbs through his eyes…
Sent thrill kill chills that no drug can disguise.
I loved the bath, the plasma whirlpool…
That I wallowed in because of this fool.
But it brought me quick, to my current dark place…
Cuz the guards became sick, at what I’d done to his face.
A bit of gnawed flesh, and some hammered in teeth…
Along with a caved in chest, helped me get relief.
And peace, cuz now I really wanna smile these days…
Seems I was reinvented, the second blood sprayed.
Now I know I’m alive, despite me looking chill…
And I know I’ll survive, cuz I’m Born to Kill.
Akwai Tance, Irony at it's Best
K.Brown, Fine Print
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