Insane Memoirs - Loc Saint

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 fuckin 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 fucking insane

Insane memoirs I replay from other?

Insane memoirs in my brain has got me knowing that I’m fucking 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 fucking insane

Insane memoirs I replay from other?

Insane memoirs in my brain has got me knowing that I’m fucking 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 fucking insane

(Im trapped inside these walls)

Insane memoirs I replay

(by my own insane memoirs)

Im trapped inside these walls