I'm problamatic, I'm estatic
irratic, sometimes I need padded
chambers to contain my brains
thrity-one flavors, it's like my
mind is in danger of expanding
and I'm too busy planning
an unseen suicide to coincide
with this change in my life

Maybe it's just me, but I'd like
to cut stupid people and watch them bleed
why? Who knows, you better call a head
doctor for me, I'm a strange boy with strange
desires, I called my teacher a liar
when he said it was bad to throw water on electrical fires
and I don't see a wrong view in this longview of America
even though we kill eachother and there's mass hysteria

Did you ever notice how people try so hard to fit in
that they start to begin to ascend to another level
of the foodchain, like we ain't got the same blood
runnin' through our veins, it's like racist who slander blacks
and spew lies, don't they know our skin is the same on the inside
and they can't see that we're all gonna die and we're all goin' the same way
and it makes me want to puke when I join in with the n's and the sin and I spend
time puttin' down another, I need to step back and realize he's my brother

High school is like a bad dream that I can't wake up from
life sucks and sometimes I could just down some
gasoline and swallow a lighter, and let my soul be the igniter
people think I'm strange because I'm quiet, little do they know
in my soul is a full scale riot of poetry understandable by only me
and I can't keep base with reality it seems, like I'm not sure if
I'm alive or I'm dreamin' it up as I sleep, and sometimes I can't eat
because it tastes like it's not there, maybe it's not and I'm just unaware

These are my thoughts and as I read them back I'm astounded
what began as a stress releiving session has turned to a progression of a
poetic riddle that I rattled off, it's like I subconsiously write as I daze off
My thoughts are tired and my body is cluttered, and I'd like nothing better
than to wake up and not utter this negative shit ever, again I'll wish but
my wishes fall on desperate ears of silence, it's like happy life has held
my allowance and now it's time for my payments, I'm not askin' for millions
just enough to pay the fare on a one bedroom apartment in the city of positivity