can you hear me is someone there am i losin my mind am i all alone won t you rescue me talkin to myself starin out in need of a miracle a spiritual calm to come see through the walls and delete the pitch black that you hear in these songs you might call it a blessing you might call it depression you might call it a sick game of smith wesson s mind torn apart and the fans wanna summon me live on the stage with their hands right in front of me i just spit then i exit with a cigarette life full of death but it still hasn t killed me yet knife to my chest but it s still no feelin left like me or not i mma still keep gettin checks they associate my name with my face with my raps with my hat with my clothes with my tastes it s a shame that you hate wanna burn my body at the stake i think you ll find that deep inside the mirror is a fate mouth stitched shut brains trapped in a dark daze suicidal thoughts played homicidal thoughts rage crawlin in a dark maze clawin out my heart crazed starin at the walls up in this coffin in an unmarked grave i press on like a zombie in this rap game prayin for a miracle to save me from this black rain act strange cause i feel strange punching through the walls in my crib just to see if i can feel pain but only nothing isn t numbness i got a feeling that its part of why my lungs are black ribs collapsed and im drowning in my sin perhaps i put the rope around my neck and then i drip the black i m goin outta my mind yeah i think i m losin my mind up in this motherfucker i m goin outta my mind yeah i think i m losin my mind up in this motherfucker  don t fuckin look at me like i m crazy i m not crazy y all made me fucked up yeah listen listen the world made me this way so y all just gon have to deal with it don t fuckin look at me crazy fuck that what fascinations there are on this planet strange mortals with curious customs we ll have a storm now and and earthquake if you d like you must stand aside out of danger