Somethin To Think About

I can communicate wit beings that aint real in this place
Not psychopathic, schizophrenic, poppin ritalin laced.
u could catch me maybe wit an evil grin on my face
u think u sufferin wen really its the middle of grace
I'm lookin out the window seein evry single fiber
of survivors bout to expire, surrounded by fire
and high water, ya chance is to hop in and suffocate,
drink til u explode, burn to death, or suffer anotha fate
the brimstone bends bones, melts skin
first u only felt the pleasure, now you've finely felt sin
and u cant pretend that u not drownin in the deep end
no lifeguard, fite hard, but you've weakened
speakin to the demons who be grabbin ya spirit
u thought u were far from hell but now u travellin near it
u see my lyric is a figment of a revelation
an apology's required for an elevation