A Razor Knife

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Right now,

I literally live in the basement

at the place where I stay.

Underground. I'm wasted,

erasing my mind,

chasing the white,

wasting my life.

Let's face it,

I'm freebasing the pipe,

faking like, "Nobody 's thinking I'm high."

Maybe I'm right

but I'm crazy,

like my brain is fighting

with a razor knife in an insane asylum

and the place stays riot!

Day and night become the same thing.

Trying to stay alive but I stay dehydrated.

I may be dying!

Eyes stay wide, like what's contained behind 'em

may have pried 'em open hoping to escape the violence!

Hah! Hah! Hah! Never happen! Chained and tied up,

been restrained since the day I became divided!

Took a dive when I was 9 and my face collided

with the pavement! I'm insane! That's the way I'm thriving.

Any way that I can, I'm a get it.

Like the coochie, I just hit it for a bit and then I quit it.

No relationship with it, nope! I ain't committed!

Going broke for the dope? No joke, I done did it!l

Hold the smoke, never choke, ghost bowls in 1 hit. It's

no hope! Become wicked! Go S.K.H.I.T.Z. with no limits.