Save Me!

[Verse - Chester P]
Spaceman type o' life wi' cyphe winding
Mind your blind binded bites like Mike Tyson
Candid cam fighting, night with white bison's
Might, might find some candy-man licence
Shoestring strung up indoors with 5 pythons
Forked tongue trident blues and 2's hybrids
Eye to eye Isis, wall to wall crisis
Isis in a crisis screaming to the whiteness
Save me!!
Dreaming in a foreign tongue lately of a two headed baby
Crying God made me, maybe
Caught up in another psychosis
Years of high dosage
Roller coast roastage
Drugs and hypnosis
Notes with high postage
Makes your toes twist and shift in life's process
I used to travel in Rocess with dripped toes
Lip rolled tuck in my shirt and smoke sess
A young Chess, dutty as shite and so blessed
Learned to protest wrote text to progress, in the slipstream
Demons are rife to whip dreams, in slim jeans
Prettiest queens with grim schemes
I'm so fucked bitter and drunk and fresh faced
Task Force, backing my soul of fresh tastes
Sight the fresh wave, we've seen our best days
"You're joking??"
Gimme some beats and let's blaze

I'm dreaming in a foreign tongue lately of a two headed baby
Screaming God made me
"Save Me!"
Dreaming of a two headed baby screaming God made me
"Save Me!"
Dreaming in a foreign tongue lately of a two headed baby
Screaming God made me
"Save Me!"
I'm dreaming of a two headed baby
Screaming God made me
"Save Me!"

Task Force, Task Force, Task Force...