I try to communicate verbally
But my mind is against delivery
Because am being held hostage mentally
Subconsciously unaware of what I do physically
Am spiritually lost inside this body
Neglected in every city
All my new friends are imaginary
Psychologically am unbalanced walking with demons
Am the world's deadliest venom
Because my body wants to be the devils kingdom
But my spiritual being is still fighting for freedom
Though its locked in the dungeon
I smoke weed everyday thinking am fly like a pigeon
I feast in pits and operate garbage like a surgeon
Seeking the best meat which I seldom feast on
Damn... I think am going mad on this microphone