A lot to feel (Part ll)

I'm lost, in my mind. In my prison doing time. No window for light to shine. Hospital food, no perfect dine. But I'm just lying, to the side. Against the wall. My hands and knees hurt, cause all I do is crawl. Then in the corner, I wrap myself into a ball. Tho the place is huge, like a mall. But I feel abused. Tho no one touched me. And I'm not under the influence. I just feel a deep, dark sickness. That feels like long lost sadness. Here comes the stress... That make me feel less... So dreppressed... And so vexed... I'm a mess. And then, I feel jolly. Oh Golly! Yippee Ki-yeah!!! Oh hey!!! It's a nice day! Ain't it? Oh, what was I gonna say? Silly me, anyway... But it's just a fucking mask. Made of fiberglass. One you can't break. Or melt even wit Toxic Gas. So I can relax. So none of y'all can see the real me. I act free. But really, I feel like I'm in a black chair, with a sack over my head, almost pronounced dead. Because there tazing me in the back. Bout to strike a heart attack. Feels like I was just kidnapped by the police!!! You say that ain't possible? But it's true. It's also what they do. With the black kids in prison. Even only a few. They act like they have no clue. That's cause there balls never grew. While we're crying boo-hoo. After years, they bring them to court, pronounced innocent. And they're like, who knew? But right now I'm going askew. Now you guys learned something new. Tho now I'm back in my feelings. You don't know how I'm dealing... So let me tell you... [Outro] Tho now I'm back in my feelings. You don't know how I'm dealing... You don't know if I'm bleeding... So let me show you... [2nd Outro] Tho now I'm back in my feelings. You don't know how I'm dealing... You don't know if I'm bleeding... You don't know if it's creeping... So let me show you...