gotta get the fuck outta my head thoughts become malignant spread out into reallity that manifest abnormality when my creative juices get flowing you can't keep up with the boat that they are rowing don't need any sails or for the wind to be blowing there just out of control and seem to be never ending I'm not pretending or talking shit up its how it is and this is my best analysis at times I feel like a prisoner to my own mind kinda like an inmate and a freeman combined with bail declined searching for the rainbow but colorblind I'm not a psychologist or a doctor not even sure if I'm explaining this shit proper and don't give a shit if it's a hit or ya hear once and immediately forget I'm just the voice of one screaming cause this shit weighs a couple tons and I feel it's holding me back it's the catalyst for the lack the penny on the line that caused me to jump track fiending for exposure or closure like a addict fiending for crack I just want you to know that I'm keeping it real try and let ya in on just how I feel wishing I could help you in some kind of way I know at surface level I seem fucked up and fraudulent hey...