I'm living a life of sin and I don't have any friends. Now the rain is coming and I'm running from myself again. I feel this darkness coming over me, it's taking over me. I paint a picture that's perfect so you can see what I'm saying and I state it perfectly clearly so that you know I ain't playing. I don't give a fuck about you or that shit that you're saying. Because you caught up in the matrix, you're blind, you're sleeping homie.
I dream, I work, I bleed. I say things that I don't really mean. But mostly when I drink too much and smoking too much kush or when I'm under too much pressure. I think I think too much. I can't find my piece of mind. I feel like I'm losing touch.
I try to do right and I can't figure out why I get schizo and psycho, I go Jeckle to Hyde. It's these voices inside it's that darkness above me that makes me turn away from good to bad then to ugly. That's why drugs seem so lovely, like a way to escape. All this ugliness above me, how much more can we take? Till we break and we take back the world from these fake motherfuckers. I hate big brother. Do you think it's too late?