5150

[Intro: Dead Poet]
I just wanna say rest in peace to Jessie Vigil, he went 5150 inside. December 10th, 2001. I miss you man, I love you. Rest in peace

[Hook: Dead Poet]
They say stone cold killers got the prettiest eyes, I’m going 5150 inside
They say stone cold killers live hideous lives, I’m going 5150 inside
They say stone cold killers tell ridiculous lies, I’m going 5150 inside But a stone cold killer gives a shit if he dies
If life’s a bitch, he’ll just kiss her goodbye

[Verse 1: Dead Poet]
Lets take a stroll through the mind of a maniac
Look at my life then rewind and play it back
I learned early the art of manipulation
The harder the situation, the darker the illustration
Growing up, I got ignored and got pissed
Used to ball up my anger in the form of a fist
I used to walk down the street feeling too bored to exist, try to find ways to get put on a coroners list
A peasant stranger full of clear and present danger, my pen and paper portrays my pent up anger
Surrounded by concrete, fences with razors and power trippin rent-a-cop with pensions and tasers
I systematically dismantle my anatomy
A schizophrenic mess on a brink of an insanity
My flow is like a hit from a harden narcotic
I’m too dark and melodic to market my product

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wildcard]
Hello darling, I’m writing to you, probably to tell you why I feel I can’t lighten up at all
See, I’m used to being judged, called to my disorders
Learned to be aggressive and clawed up at corners
All these people put me in to put me out of order
Probably why I’m writing to you, probably trying to warn you
If you love gross and you get close to me then you might see the demons and the dark and the ghosts of me
The type of dark to make a demon wear a rosary
I fear you find I’m not the man you hoped I’d be
From all the shit that I’ve done that’s now corroding me, my hearts got a leak
You think you could close the opening?
It’s really no wonder why every so often you meet someone better with so many less problems
All in all before you ask me what’s wrong twice, say it’s been a long day.. it’s been a long life

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dead Poet]
I hate taking trips down memory lanes cuz all I do when I’m walking is remember the pain
If I talk to you, trust me I pretend to be sane and that ain’t easy when your soul is in the center of flames
Why you risking freedom over revenues to gain and the only thing you fucking buy is tennis shoes and chains
If most people use 10% brains then a genius using 90 must be mentally insane
I walk around with a shadow cast over me, a barbaric solider spitting battle act poetry
Broken blood vessels in my cataracts noticeably, I guess I’m kinda high from the tragic rap potency
I got 2 angels, Jasmine and Shaelynn
How the fuck you tell them their dad’s in the state pen?
It’s too late now, the tragedy sank in
Growing up without me, imagine the hate then

[Hook]