Loc Saint Insane Memoirs
Life's far from park got me feeling ? but I might be scarred
I fiddle with the razor that be sharper than the ? on the mouth of alligators when the heart gets hard
Born up in the brain choppin everybody's lane tryna add a little purpose to the mundane cart
But for some strange reason there's as record of repentance of my head to the bark of a saint Bernard
Witta doc, doin research charged with a visit of my health on my mind I be on that
And I wanna do it still got things in the head as a kid that when I grew I would beyond that
I was a real life patient, doin back flips ? in my own imagination
Diagnosed with a criminal mentality markin a casualty without a leak of hesitation
Charged with attempt to commit murder at twelve I was looking at five to ten years in the basin
Had a counselor that told me take every single one a your crazy f..ckin thoughts and let it bounce of a
Had me temp up with the finger in the vision when I think of when im in a happy place I would count to a 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 I was arrivin in heaven with an ounce a the
Prozac in my body to amount for the chemical imbalance in my brain trickin out for da
Team with the brain dead scream when the pain left listen to my body bein eaten by the undead
Watchin faces of death and im countin my breath ? im seein the ?
As i sit in my room while im clutching my ? of these insane memoirs
Insane memoirs in my brain has got me knowing that I'm f..cking insane
Insane memoirs I replay from other ?
Insane memoirs in my brain has got me knowing that I'm f..cking insane
Insane memoirs I replay from other ?
Life's blank in my brain doc tell me what it was but I can never remember that name
Layman's terms and the fact it occurs when the words and this work got me caught up in the game
Drinks got me shot up in the rain with a 40 in the lap and a baggie and da pure cocaine
Had me revel with a passion that nobody could contain while I'm smashin' through the puddles at my back road lane
Talkin to my god while I'm fightin back the devil put the foot into the pedal, am I that insane
I was all by myself on the I-9 a.k.a. tip buddy highway I put on mine
Slowed down to five cause I thought I saw a light out the corner of my eye in the middle of the night
It was an angel disguised as a kid in my sight it gave me one look and i was feeling alright
No more devil in my ear disappear to the fact that I was risen to a brand new height
Devil damn got a vision of me steppin' on his windpipe
Cracklin' the back of his Adam's apple when I'm about to grapple on the noose that im choosing the lynch tight
I will never be afraid of the shakes I grew up with em every single night around midnight
In the house I was raised to follow me to the inside
Insane memoirs in my brain has got me knowing that I'm f..cking insane
Insane memoirs I replay from other ?
Insane memoirs in my brain has got me knowing that I'm f..cking insane
Insane memoirs I replay from other ?
So it all add up to the place that they called and walk em psychiatric
The psychiatrist I met with on the weekly was a priest men of the clause straight Catholic
All the stories that I told him had him trippin' come to east and end up into Rome doin back flips
And he told me I was ridden with a couple of demon that been in my serum and I know but the fact is
You need a little somthin' different than psychiatry so Ima refer you to another t-typa practice
So I took his word for it put a little Prozac went home and put my head back on the mattress
Trained to murder and suicide all night and I'm waking at 3 in the morning with a fresh bite
When I started seekin' the God of the universe the Devils of the planet put up one hell of a cold ass fight
Despise on my own insane memoirs
(Im trapped inside these walls)
Insane memoirs in my brain
(on my own insane memoirs)
Have got me knowing that I'm f..cking insane
(Im trapped inside these walls)
Insane memoirs I replay
(by my own insane memoirs)
Im trapped inside these walls