The Ills

Yeah, huh

My mind is a playing field for mental arguments

My thoughts are sayin' my emotions is who started it

My personality always conflicts with other people

The good in me has never been conscious of seein' evil

I could be ferocious in my times of feelin' feeble

Sick of life's ills, it could be short for illegal

Common sense, a victim to sensory deprivation

The mediator met with it all is in meditation

Lord invited me to stay idly on his left side

So I can right my wrongs in these songs to live and let die

Channellin' Notorious, Makaveli and Left Eye

Son of raw, speakin' on horrors to see who am I?

Topple leaders, runnin' with demons, countin' it even always

Silhouette surfin' and stretchin' through mental hallways

Demons on my mind, they know where to hide, really

Then nine minutes later, I'm met with the nine milli'

So nine times out of ten, I'm probably going to Hell

'Cause I'm the devil, which means I sold my soul to myself

Shelf all of my worst fears in the mason jar glasses

Next to all the dreams and things I ever imagined

Book of magic, psilocybin, man, is a talisman

Speak my name in vain, it will be met with some challenges

I devise a way to rise, time to strategize

The purest form of Zeltron made me alkaline

I'm seein' illusions in the pockets of my brain

I use it, then find a way to illustrate my pain

Confusion, 'cause you don't understand a word I'm sayin'

Forgive me for all I done, 'cause I be barely prayin'

The kid inside me always seems to man up

The higher power is within myself, no need to pan up

Believe in U-L-T the way a child believes in Santa

Manipulate the masses and the media on camera

Black holes and white lights, white noise and black sun

Shadows and bright lights are crooks back in action

Surrounded by dismay, I display visions of a way

For Heaven on Earth and hell on Earth to fight for night and day

Apocalyptic hoes conflict against my optimistic hopes

The ropes around my neck are golden chains for me to choke

My locs reflect the locks and the flames that burn across

In my very nation, I walk with my peers, surrounded by chalk

Deities and darkness meetin' at my dinner table

Keep it in rap, my knife is real, this is my mystic fable

Play the bad guy just to finish the race first

'Cause the last guy was nice, but he end up dying of thirst

I'm seein' illusions in the pockets of my brain

I use it, then find a way to illustrate my pain

Confusion, 'cause you don't understand a word I'm sayin'

Forgive me for all I done, 'cause I be barely prayin'

I'm seein' illusions in the pockets of my brain

I use it, then find a way to illustrate my pain

Confusion, 'cause you don't understand a word I'm sayin'

Forgive me for all I done, 'cause I be barely prayin'