Schizofrenia

Yo I can't lose my fam for the truth, my man Zion
With every stoop I stand next to the roof I lay high on
Pressure the proof to understand why on why
Metaphor for him to ride on through the light storm
My flight scorned by the final plight at dawn
When I place my face in the space you relay that I'm gone
I hold regrets bigger than your ego and let um go
Will I ever get a hold of your soul, you never know
But it's so cold without you, I thought I found you
They constantly watching me whenever I'm around you
I put it down too but when I pick it up I fuck it up
In my clown shoes, born loser, what the fuck
Someone pass the dutch, you'll never get it back
I remember when the track meant it's fact if you said it
And if you didn't live active when you spit it you get deaded
No writtens, not edits but now it's different

Cuz all these thoughts just run through my head
Am I better off dead? that's what they all said
Well they wrong, how come you don't like this song
How come everywhere I go they no longer come along
[2x]

Get lost in it deep when I'm talking to beats
It's the thoughts I don't keep that break off like the trees
On my knees to God like it's a ritual
The condition's critical, but my lyricism's visual
I'm just a criminal right, who's down to his last gems
Surrounded by insanity, clarity and madmen
The tree blazer, spit fire don't need paper
I breathe vapors, the street savior
Too paranoid to feel the void, brain with the asteroids
I get annoyed when they only think it's noise
You never understand my metaphors and what I'm saying
They playing games with my name but I ain't fucking playing
I'm just displaying my soul for the universe
Prolific poet with a verse that he wrote from the hearse
So one time for all my dead homies
Arresting secret service and making feds blow me

(Hook)

Bang your head to the drums cuz I'm never above
Forever it's hey, based on the ever, can't remember the love
I am the one unless you talking how you got me son
But you never have and you never hear me say I'm not the one
It's that dumb it down section, you still don't get it
Display my soul for reference, I don't need the credit
On some ghost writer shit, pen your album in a play
Myself and my reflection we were battling I think
My perception of this world is twisted like NE
Underground heads feel the energy, it's deadly
But I ain't at a place in my life where I can brag
This the first and last time I've ever said will ever say swear (I swear)
Surrounded by gay fags, they portraying straight
Why kill William Cooper for what he say
You got something to hide like thoughts of a schizophrenic
It's an epidemic but I still can't end it

(Hook)