Schizophrenia Pt1
I was born at dawn./The doctor said I was the spawn of a demons baby./
I blame it on that crack head lady./ She's the one that's suppose to be my mother./
I've wondered how that's possible when my father is her brother!/
The Psychologist says I'm not wrapped too tight./
Especially the night when I came up screaming when I was baptised./
I enjoy a stiff drink and watching the sun rise./
I live my life like I have nine lives./
But I feel empty inside./ My friends don't dare tempt me./
A man will take any challenge when he don't have family./
I have always been alone./ Shuffled around to different foster homes./
I don't allow no one to trespass in my area./
If a person does, it's border-line hysteria./
My actions may annoy ya./ Doctors call what I have paranoia./
When I get upset I throw punches in the air./
I shadow box, throw rocks and scream out "I don't care"./
I pull out my hair./ I know life ain't fair, and I can't stand it when people
stare!/
I like to be around girls, and cover my nose with my hand like a mask./
I giggle because it tickles when I secretly pass gas./
If there's a first, there's a last./ I tend to dwell on the past./
I bury myself in my own dark obscurity./
Selfishly down comes the walls of my principles and dignity./
Everything has an ending.? There's just no hope to my heart mending./
There's no need walking through life pretending./
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