Crack Head

So many ideas rest in my head kinda like the dreams who die in my bed figurative bullets fill me full of lead figurative money what I call bread without it, I... would probably fall dead sometimes I tell people I live in a shed In winter... got some screws loose in my sled credit is “cred,” suits are the FEDS I'm on my meds maybe I’m on me rather instead the words I have said the blood I have bled oh yeah my meds, I’m on my meds I deserve cred, I deserve bread paranoid in my shed scared of the FEDS scared that I’m dead and bullets with lead I bleed my own blood, scared to be bled i'm on my meds can't you hear what I said? On a hill all alone in the snow with my sled So many ideas rest in my head many come from the books I have read maybe my meds is the pen in my head? Maybe that' just the way I was bred maybe I’ve just bled inside of my head maybe give my meds some of the cred? I am a leader, I can lead, I have led Its seasonal, unbeatable but reasonable DREAD I hope you have listened to the words you just read. Because I can promise you...I’m off my meds.