02/16/2019 10:31 – 02/20/2019 09:59

Song 772 schizophrenic

I’m schizophrenic but not out of my head

Cause when I woke up today

I took my meds

Walking the streets ‘cause I don’t drive a car

Rapping to the voices so clear in my ear

No side walk while I tread real far

Talking to the angels and the demons I fear

about the sins they are in are the things that I hear

They’re just voices don’t pay them no mind

And if you are one like me who is in kind

Look at the statistics and you will find

That we are far more the victims of crime

Then ever the perpetrator

For all of us who hear voices are more law abiding and less likely to be an instigator

And I’ll tell you now and I’ll tell you later

If you’re a criminal if you’re a hater

Something else is wrong with your mind

We disconnect and isolate and kill time

Unless we’re out on the street

Where my kind is eaten

All alone robbed and beaten ‘cause we see things we don’t understand the links between the real and unseen by

others things that get all jumble

And when people see you all that way it leads to degradation of the situation.

Out on the streets there ain’t no medication

Just alcohol and drugs to inflame the situation