Terrible, Masqueraded I.D., Menace to society, The city is my diary. I try to stay cool, calm, relaxed and patient, Before I do things, I guess i’m never thinking, I can do what I want, forget your expectation, How am I supposed to think when I have a skull that’s vacant? It’s not me though. It’s all an alter ego? How can I have an alter ego when I don’t even have an ego, I guess I’m just an alter, I’m not even religious, How am I supposed to be a dove when I’m dirty as pigeon? Can’t remember crap, I’m distracted from my mission, And I wear glasses,how can I have a vision? I want to live life, I don’t want a job in an office, I’d be dead inside, like a body in a coffin, I don’t want my whole life to be controlled by my bosses, By the time I reach 30 I would’ve completely lost it, I would’ve lost my mind, enter a new stage of insanity, Then they’ll think i’m crazy, exclude me from humanity , My family will abandon me, They’ll kick me out, they’ll banish me, Just because i’m not perfect, perfect is a fantasy. Incriminated arts, Book smarts, A bunch criminals, Words coming out my mouth But the message is subliminal, With thoughts that’s his original, No flow throwing low blows like this poem is very pitiful, Ghost shows and no bros, the turnout was predictable, Elbows and choke-holds, wounds are very critical, But it was all in my head so not a single thing is visible,