Is This Me

I don't know what you're really thinking off me. If this is real thinking I'm not thinking properly. Everything inside me fights and tries to stop these warnings in mind, was fine and now they got me locked up in my divided mind of conflict. In my declining life I'm rock bottom and forgetting my problems. They want me better, I hear it commonly suggested though I'm exhausted of my efforts I've waisted on attempts. Spent far too much energy on it and never getting ahead, watching thunder. Reluctantly under thumbs of this system where parliamentary wickedness judges every movement. Abusing their power, final hour they're losing vital signs, leave them clueless so there's room for improvement. Some remain loyal and accept their horse ****, yet I predict our government will get a quick kick to the ribs for their fibs. Lies and cheap disguises so why am I obliged to fight beside this nation. When the devastation came rampaging like a hurricane over their stage coach show, I'll crack the cases open then stroll like a Roman soldier no tolgien and when I expose these vocals unspoken, no joke it'll explode then we'll watch the commotion. Then to them we're out focus when we brew up mad potions stewed like hocus pocus and I'm in total involvement like when I'm holding a microphone flowing a rhyme with words that may upset and turn ya perpetrator. My brain splits like a glacier when my pen hits the paper and scripts murder and hurtful things in rhyme violence to beat riots, I'm defining mad science. Temperatures off the gauge it raised up to the max, the glass cracked open, I'm breaking the stats. Crazy devil dance out weighs your heavy stance, the landscape shakes when my mental state slams. Nastiest override of your entire mind. I'm the supplier of rhymes the sets ya head on fire and ignites you on the inside. Time to end denial and since I was a child I swore never to break a vow and saw mama pass down thoughts like the day after my father died she cry laughter....