Mind the voice I had strep throat and my shit hurt like a bitch. Thoughts reckless, / hectic causing messes,/ All I see is flashes when I’m stressing/ Flying off the handle, rockers broken, I’m a menace/ Everyday I don’t snap, that’s a blessing/ With all the pokes and prods and constant testing/ Like I won’t grab a bottle and get messy/ Like I don’t got a couple glocks where my mess be/ Like you forgot not test me/ come at you collectively/ Release my demon effigies/ You can’t match my energies/ why you hesitate?/ You can’t pressure fate/ It has it ways/ Like sunshine n rainy days/