just as i was about to allow the cloud to fill this room up
i lost it all, gone berserk, emotions: let it slip up
oh Lord! forgive me, i'm asking of you once again
change me from the inner to the out
won't You just heal ma pain?
wash ma brain, pour Holy Water and Blood over it
i need an emotional anesthetic, help me counter it
i've lost maself for far too many times in ma life
i dunno whether i can ever be a good enough man for ma wife
although i know i should not be thinking 'bout this shit right now
it's just a metaphor of the way i'm really feeling right now
thinking and contemplating about the ways i've been acting
not really right. man! all i've been doing is counter-reacting
defaming and shaming and blaming and name-calling and hating
the only thing i've never done yet, really is just murdering
although at times i beg to differ, ma words tend to wound deeper
and they have to tend the wounds while i break open tender wounds
but why should i move? ain't it got nothin' to do with me?
maybe it has, only 5 minutes in this vicinity
before i go and just have to kill ma f*cking flow
or before another dude comes up to me and has to make me move
but whatever digressing topic from the main counter concocting
it all goes back to the way that i've been really acting
oh Lord! again, i come to You with all ma pain
take it away before i end maself in a train!
