[Chorus]
Feels like its controlling me, ceasing all knowledge and making me weak, I can't even speak, people would never believe, until I can teach myself and rap to prove my need for help, it certainly is, a gifted handicap from hell!


[Verse 1]
Always seems like I got the answer, and honestly its probably true but I just cant work, past this disablility it controls my ability to erk my words in the faces of those who deliver smirks and don't allow my evil deeds, once I get a record deal, ill prove myself and yes indeed I will cause you all internal pain and disbelief, it hurts to see, an underdog begin a regime, begin a $#&@ing universal sound of controversy, and theres more to my story of how I came to be, Maniacal, a newly found person inside of me, so many internal battles they rattle my $$#erting beat and bring me doubt that I cant ever pertain to perceive, always be optimistic, but joy destroys knowledge and you need more than slit wrists to knock the competition, you need to control what makes you pissed at everything and dig a hole ready to cover it up and act as if it never existed, a sickness, it would make you be on the brink of suicide and your very thoughts will scare you so dont ever think i insist not to try, go crazy but once you in it there is no post-resistance, for instance, it found me in febuary, it was if a bomb just exploded inside and it was making me wary, in my frozen heart, made out of eroded stone, they dared me to try rap and my soul wasn't there I was a freak, I had no home, I felt as if nothing left could keep me from bathing with a cordless phone, a death by electricity and a thousand volting blows, insanity saved me, and now rap is my outlet to show, I promise you I won't let power go to my head if it grows, cause nothing could ever change me.



[Chorus]
Feels like its controlling me, ceasing all knowledge and making me weak, can't even speak, people would never believe, until I can teach myself and rap to prove my need for help, it certainly is, a gifted handicap from hell!


[Verse 2]
I know all these techniques, but when its crunch time they seem to sneak away, leave without even a say so when i'm up to the plate the ball just zooms past my face, it makes me rage, how after I looked like a disgrace, I now $#&@ing think of rhymes that would've made their heads displace, theres no use, erase the thought of lucid raps and embracing my gift to bring you all music to enforce a relapse, "i'm a piece of %#@! though, absence of congrats" I just contradicted pride with the thoughts of doubt and failing class, maybe I could beat this, adhd wont trespass at all, in my mind, and I could make a decent line in a battle, %#@!, I've come so far, stacking lyrics up at home, I've been doing this since they pushed my reputation under low, yes i'm below, authority's care, so now i'm on top of the list of the kids they want thrown out of they hair, out of school, ban me for breaking rules, its not my fault my adhd makes me impulsive and foolish, but they full of %#@!, they just have a grudge, cause I beat them in court my story's would just not budge, they mad now, when I get back, I cant wait to see how much sludge they try to rub in my tracks, I don't give a $#&@, now I can counter your attacks, no longer the same kid, no longer a balloon walking on tacs, I know all my friends wish caution was something in which I still lacked, when I only cared about having fun and consequences were in fact, never regretted cause an expierience was created from a craft, and if you denied me, your theories were as stupid as wack, but now i'm a different kind of lunatic infused with a maniac, I still have a constant dispute whether its just my excuse, or an actual handicap!