Messed In The Head

You must be messed up in the head Hoping that he was already dead Or not I’mma put him on the spot Since you’ve been gone for so long You need to relearn how rapping is done Good God He’s like a doggie without the paddle A ducky without the waddle Horse without the saddle Time for this baby to get it’s rattle I know I’ve used these rhymes a few times before But hey, they help me settle the score Yo, he’s twisted in the mind, shadows creep in the night, Got demons in his thoughts, they be ready for the fight, Lost in the maze, every turn feels like a trap, Staring at the mirror, see the scars on his back by smoking crack Made him whack Heart cold as ice, but his soul’s is burning out, Every step I take, man, I’m walking on all I see is him pour Which brings on a drought, I whisper in the dark, they be calling out his name, Got him questioning his sanity, he thinks that this is a game. (Verse 2) Thoughts racing fast, like a bullet through the night, Can’t escape the past, it’s a never-ending plight, Every face I see, man, they all look the same, In this messed up world, it’s a twisted kind of fame. Chasing shadows, running from the truth I dread, In a cage of my own, yeah, he’s messed in the head, But won’t rise from the ashes, like like a dirty Kleenex In this dark reality, I’ll keep my heart warm.