there's a method to my madness
there's hope
then there's sadness
i mope in the badlands
a moat of emotions
a dream with mr sandman
or a date with a sad dad
lifes giving me the finger
or maybe the backhand
but i grow thru the mud
like a lotus in a sap sand
thru adversity
i take out the trash can
empty out the clutter
with these rap hands
with the wrath of my math
and the rationale of a madman
devote my notes on garotes
ropes in the throats
of spat plans
catch me on the inside
never on the out
its not just fear holding the jokes
its extreme experience
in these towns of clasped hands
rowing these boats down memories veins
ingrained in the crass fans
maybe they might laugh then
i'll keep one foot in front the other
despite the smirks from the masked pan
scared to grow up but scoffs at the next fan
merely there to shoot the breeze
refuse degrees from the cash clan

hook
i keep the pen by my side like a sword
its my sustenance when i need herb
my thirst for justice when i need swerve
this well aint drying up it eats words
don't try to interpret my mind
youll get lost up in these woods

verse 2
it might be cluster fuck for you
but, me i do this on the daily
don't contemplate the dogmatic theosophists
apocryphas from these
blavatskys or alice baileys
cause you put your trust in the word of the man
who was rich enough to speak first
thats so rehearsed and now i just fly off the seams of a meek purse
a bleak hearse cursed with the skirts of the whores bleak thirst
why wreak spurts when i can reap the burst of energy off my meat verse i don't take orders and don't ever try to control the heat squirt you'll end up feet first in a morgue with the rest of em who tried to reach, church it don't hurt me none if you don't interpret the speech slurs
nor will i dumb it down for children who barely got their peach furs this screech can stir the night with the ambience
of besieged blurs
it all just melts together in a technicolor beam sir
my paint brush just might be a feather of greek birds
who philosophize on the meaning of each verb
only to find out the authors were impeached nerds

verse three
and I'll get exiled too
but don't worry i won't blame you
and you're not my scape goat either
i never run from my vain truth
every action has it's consequence
and that's why
god made you
to carry out this free will
in the absolutes of brain stews
heated up by the moments
fueled by the naysayers with stained suits
its a ranged fuse that gets lit off the same strange fruit
this war isn't civil so why pretend it didn't mame you
name and shame you until your awareness defames you
til you're locked in a grey room with shackles that detain you
me, i let it go
that or let it burn depends on my sane view
im game dude
i just play mind tricks on myself to rearrange the shame cues
dodge and dip the absurd til these grains grew
lush enough for me to harvest without brewing up a lame excuse
please peruse my maze but don't start sipping from my rain dew
have you liable to go insane id allow it i won't tame you
sign this non disclosure agreement so i can continue on my same route