Why the fuck am I feeling disconnected I need my mind to be resurrected. No mopney yet they call collected. It's funny how I haven't been infected. I had it made but then I wrecked it The feelings fade when you don't check in Did you insiunuate that I'm obsessin? Well I guess I'll never learn my lesson. I extract these words from the depths of my mind. To stay inact I refer to things easy to find. Here's a fact I yearn for those needy and kind. But I lack the commitment and get out of line. Don't you get it? I've got something missing More than just a couple screws loose I'm noticing. I swear last night I had a premonition I was an imposition In a rough condition . Seems about right talk about intuition So everynight while in the kitchen I write about me bitchin punching holes in the wood cause a nigga wishing Now I'm acting like I'm hood cause I'm reminiscing Back to the present cause the future is non existent. Can't go back to it if you never knew it so why be persistent? You fucking blew it cause you misconstrued shit now all I am is distant So fucking clueless as to how I view this Why am I so different? I'm indifferent about the condition in which I live in. I should care more but I can bare more so I won't give in Until I die from this cup im sippin