I wrote this in a psych ward
solitary can vary from deep depression to barely
there are four walls and no doors a window out of reach
there are voices in my head that said to kill a wretched speech
I can hear the world in past tense unnoticed of my absence
I envy those against me nonbelief who have sense
i'm shackled without chains but the weight is great and heavy
and my fist are bruised and beaten from the walls that sprawl against me
I moved in solitude and the reason mat be stupid
cus I have the key to set me free but just refuse to use it
ay yo i'm stressed out sobriety anxiety I stepped out
200 hundred pounds of sound I military pressed out
soliloquy ability divine rhyme fertility
hostility is killing me inside of my facility
aggression and depression contain a strange connection
perception of profession is my rhyme design obsession
my tongues a gun that lick shots I've come to run this hip-hop
so cop out and watch out it's a knock out when my sh** drop