I can't find my mind, it's hid in a rhyme,
It's not a crime to cope a line if it helps with your lines,
Said it a thousand times, as LA's roamer,
Don't look over and dispose of a tone cos you weren't sober,
Original loner, they're not allowed in my cell,
I can tell you could scan hell and not dwell on what i can tell,
A bad spell, so i take illegal mental healing,
The feelings i'm reeling help me not to float to the ceiling,
My skin is peeling, they're jokin' all my flows,
Ki knows to burn bridges like the whole of Docherty's nose,
Yeah man that blows.. How i need the boost,
Usually choose to clear my throat, like i used a nous,
Cos i bring some news, to really all of my foes,
All hoe's that know how it goes should be on their toes,
Bring a consolation rose, should've stayed home,
Your hood should use it to hide the blood on your gravestone..