[VERSE I]  A poet of the streets who struggles with his own derangement  The meek are skeletal remains under the pavement  Made my peace with god we've made an arrangement  He won't interfere in my affairs provided I make truthful statements  That translates into people's feelings dead by the wayside  Bruised egos remain when I slay pride  No faith in the masses y'all won't see me stage dive  This type of solitude plagued Van Gogh to hear in mono  Multiple personalities second guess themselves and squabble  A heart encased in cold metal  A stubborn demeanor that makes the bold settle  Bare feet scented with the fragrance of rose petals  Russian roulette with five shots  Soon I'll be at peace with the stress I've got  This revolver's mine  This revolver shines  Irrational logic of the faltered kind  This bum right here's the prince and the pauper combined  This peasant rich spirited  This prince inconsiderate  Divine disenchanted genius illiterate  This so-called life must get rid of it  STOP BOTHERING ME!    [VERSE II]  While the sun's in a coma the moon envies  Happy ball of fire never sees the bowels of hell empty  into the streets/ The glowing orb jealous of the warmth and the heat  The witness from above never feels peace he sees  In the dead of night alter boys molested by priests  Pious men behind closed doors cuddle close with the beast  Battered wives raped on bloody sheets  Innocent men of color slaughtered by police  Neglected children starving and thirsty drink tears as they weep  Corrupt lawyers on the edge overdose in they sleep  Addicts so far gone rehab clinic gave 'em release  Neighbors gossip 'bout each other when the fake smiles cease  Grave robbers seek wealth when they steal from deceased  Possessive pimp creeps/ smack their prostitute freaks  Evil industry dispose of toxic waste with leaks  Betray public trust politician lies through his teeth when he speaks  The sanity of citizens fully decreased/ Superstition  dictates the mind of the weak  And they all/ got the gaul/ to blame it all/ on the full moon  Darkness consumes  But the sun awakens soon    [VERSE III]  I find myself drowning in shallow cup is half empty symbolism  Yoko Ono stank puss growth stunted by simple jism  Shame held them captive  Lack of love  full of lust  kept them active  Fleetwood Mac(k)-ing  these phrases  Goin' my own way emotional laxative  Releases rages  Relations go through phases  Nothing new to pseudo bible banger Jezebel Magdalene  Her shoulders pinned up against stone wall outside the club handlin'  Strange private parts she just met over a couple of drinks babblin'  Then she got the balls to show up to her Sunday cult church gatherin'  Hypocrites to the highest power  Slice of lime in her drink to remind her about her  bitter life going sour  Where's the redeeming quality  Living life in the fast lane losing control of velocity  A bratty little girl sees you as role model-what an atrocity  Two women with bad self images do what they know best to raise a child  One lives the life of a lifeless doll while  The other roams comatose in a carcass used as a mobile/ Sperm bank  For any Tom, Dick and Hank  The little girl ain't got a chance