why am I stuck in my head, why can't I get out of my bed why is time slowly passing me by im just guessing whats the message get the text that says I'm dreaming not living looking at myself like I'm watching television turn to the channel my mission , we not mixing beer and liquor , got da ninna shinging on chrome, type shit we on , crawl back we gon , fight back til dawn , peeled back da dom ,i looked out, we cooked out,we booked clout , no self dobt , when we used to be dem city boys born and raised from the 814 you can't live that life how we gonna be bros you call ill leave you on ghost you leave ill get the door how you got my back when we heel to toe so sick I can't get sicker no more I'm a cold dripping from under your nose, how the story gos , its on every page , .up and under every fold , soo I grabbed my clutch poured a cup of medicine these demons I can't let them in there in my head I'm struggling they want to see you bleed to death can already feel the creepiness they already started easing in slowly start to fall asleep again contracting started squeezing me smile when you going peacefully feeling like it took a piece of me why it want me to go so easily grabbed my pen my eyes were closed have so much trouble focussing when my mind is opening said my good gracious to my holliness I don't even know why I wrote this shit all my life wish I could flow like this , on my own type shit yes ill be that new kid , the one you see when you scrolling through news feed open every avenue call it new street,, ill leave you with broken ankles call you loose feet, you'll be so mad you want to sue me why can't I get out of my head when these demons grabbing me im already dead I'm not the monster , creeping in the closet lurking outside my room