Warped

All around me is my reason, court, judge an jury - sentenced for appeasin, my mind havin a release n who the fuck are you to ask me shit when i not got a pot to pee in.
As you pay your way through this matrix of late shifts an hazey mist, tell me this, you jus let your mind switch flip, kick back, the ratatat, tat, of your beats from under hat, light another zoot n relaax? Or you sit mind spinnin, blood thinnin, too much to take in all of whats expected, what our twisted vision of livin is? We all get spat out at birth, it dont matter immaculate conception or that one night thing when someone forgot about protection. For it is not only the genes that create a man, moulded by discomfort, the merry go round and moody come back. Or the opposite, you abide and live your life in that warped state of mind go to work an toe the line.
I take a back seat, in the background the overseer. Watch the drama unfold, sat comfortable knowing, not the notion but the action of of isolation has once again saved my skin.