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Every day I go on thinking this might be a mistake, keep on thinking its going to get dark and grey. Everytime death comes to my mind I say its not a choice. Gunna keep screaming but ive lost my voice. Trying to finally get some help, get my mind clear. They haven’t done anything to help me im startin to fear. Wishin an angel would come rescue me, but I forgot the devil is here for me. Sitting in my room going crazy, how do they think this is going to help me, I call my mommy on the telephone, she bitches and yells, I feel so alone. Wishing it would all come to an end. The devil can no longer be my friend, how do these people think they can help, for god sakes set me free my mind is bleeding, bonez eaching, people crying, every bodies dying. The doctor sits me down asks me all these questions, your mind wouldn’t be right either if you had my infections. He says he can help me, give me medication and talk to consolers, willing to try anything just to find my answers. He better do some magical trick quick, he doesn’t realize my mind is sick. Being patient give it some time, quick doc im about to commit a crime. Tonguing my sleeping pillz crushin them up and snortin them, met another bitch crazier then I am, shes my new best friend. But I almost forgot the doc said im here voluntarily, oops im gunna go get some roc. Got no money go down a floor rob the meds make some coke, boil that bitch down to have a toke.