"Mud, Blood, and Sidewalk Chalk"

I been up all night, Theres a thief, cerebral succubus in my mind, draining serotonin and syphoning dopamine from broken dreams So when I waken, I'm a little shaken, Give me space, Halt your pace, Slow your breathin, Make no mistake I don't even need a reason, it's always huntin season, watch your step, you might be hangin from the trees, bleeding red, on the changing leaves like they do naturally Trust me, you'll see what I meant, when your homies brains are leaking, on the pavement, Pollocked on the sidewalk, Mixed with mud, blood and chalk Kinda hard to talk, without a jaw or suck on a piece of candy, But dont you worry bout a thing I got yo back,. Ill get yo bitch Hit her clit with violent tongue flicks leave it 50 differemt shades of violet So, upon awakening, I begin, negotiating with the light, I guess I'll let it in, Although, the shadows, that follow Look awfully dangerous, And this itch is getting intense, Bit again, by these flies with no pigment But I'm blessed with the gift, of being cursed for all my talent, just a bunch jelly ass junkie waiters, still serving over cooked burnt beef ,