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Trapped in a Nightmare but freed by music


In this room filled with blue windows

with the room black as night and blue floors and grey steel doors,

Cops standing tall with bald heads

 Looking like Judge Dredd with black frames

Red and blue nurses cover you with white bed sheets

Cocoon woven bathrooms

Filled with clear water and grey floors leave me

 

Trapped in a nightmare,

 Knives piercing through the heart

 Arrows coated with poison

 Strike like shooting darts but where do we start

Reliving visions,

Crying because you see yourself and you hate this image

Running down

The green streets of 91st and WentWorth spitting verses

Looking back now and you on a trip to do community service in San Francisco

Good deeds were done but the nightmare still persists

 You are trapped in the hood

 

In the hospital

On 75th and Stony Jackson Park feels like being trapped

On an island where healing from the wounds and battle scars

Almost went crazy locked in the room

Hallucinations lead to miscommunications

Tryna break free but the fear keeps you in hibernation

Now you are talking to yourself

Asking for answers and begging for help

 

Weeks go by and you come back to reality

But you are not yourself

On a plane

You are scared to fall

And afraid you’re not going home

Everybody tells you

You’ll be okay and Jesus is your friend

Graduate from college but you still feel trapped

In the psych chair talking to doctors and taking medicine got you pumped up

 

Your family is scared because you are bugging out

But you are still searching for yourself

The mind has become an abandoned house

To get help you

Seek God but you still feel lost

The gears are moving and lights are flashing

 Is anybody home?

 

Paranoid to be alone

With your thoughts

March is the mark where all the pieces fell apart

You began to put the pieces back

Together but still feel like you’re torn apart

Trade wounds for scars because you are sleeping in a fantasy

Even nightmares have dreams that end and fall apart

 

Always remember each day

Is a fresh start where you can breathe

A sigh of relief and keep it on beat

Because a degree in music is what I seek

 

Music saved my life

As I was going through the dark dungeon of life

 

 

Sitting here with this pen and pad the lines on the page start to go mad

 As I listen to the tunes the world starts to move

 Lyrics steady dancing while word play slowly romancing with each breath I inhale a new a flow like a dragon my fire outta control every time I touch the mic the music inhales my soul.

 

 

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