sociopath

man I'm kinda scared to see what might happen,  if i open up, but i also notice those close to me, telling me not to close it shut, a little voice in my head says I'm sociopathic, and to go postal and not give a fuck, but i feel the rush when rapping, so killing beats is gonna have to be enough,  honestly i find it difficult to tell people why i do what i do, but fuck it, it helps me try and screw in my screws, cause im thinking they all loose, looking for my marbles and end up chasing a wild goose, climbing a mountain so huge, just to sink in to the stinking pile of poop, man i just wanna talk,  don't even care who i be talking to I'll talk their ears right the fuck off, tired of pretending im well,  that i can mend myself, that i can walk it off, live long and die well, but fuck it all hell breaks loose, when nobody listens, nobody gives their perspective, or gets my position, so i go and grab a pen, and words end up written, and an all well shakes loose, and that pittance of time, keeps gettin lost in the rhymes, hidden deep in the back of my mind, and good riddance, see you later, so long and good bye, but only for the present moment, and that's a fact that's dearly noted, so can you stop asking if im okay, cause, man I'm kinda scared to see what might happen,  if i open up, but i also notice those close to me, telling me not to close it shut, a little voice in my head says I'm sociopathic, and to go postal and not give a fuck, but i feel the rush when rapping, so killing beats is gonna have to be enough, i know I've changed, and now i know you've noticed kay, i think to much, with everything i say, i over think, everything i make, im not that great, is what my brain tells me, but i dont give in,  and i dont make peace, and i built this wall, so i could leap, and spread my wings, of creativity, i gotta horde of demons, at my feet,  evil thoughts that wanna beat and toss me around, so like a beaten dog with his tail between his legs, i walk around town with my head down and nothing to say, man I'm kinda scared to see what might happen,  if i open up, but i also notice those close to me, telling me not to close it shut, a little voice in my head says I'm sociopathic, and to go postal and not give a fuck, but i feel the rush when rapping, so killing beats is gonna have to be enough,