Brain Damage

Talk like I'm Phineas Gage
With a stake through the front of my brain
Page turner, but still got more than a little ways
Bitter taste
Bit off more than I could chew
Ginger for the palette, creature of sheer habit
Smoke till I can't avoid I'm an asthmatic
Always like I'm fighting the damage with more damage
On average I'm just picking my battles
Which is worse?

So much for fear and loathing in Las Vegas
And when I say this, don't mean to come off as a sadist
But face it, suffering led me to creating
Though pain make me keep blazing
Leave a trail of ash whenever I'm cremating
Tryna pave my way to that C.R.E.A.M. making
Fuck pork, I don't eat bacon
6 feet from anybody affiliated
With making sure that we ain't a free nation
Reawaken from the nightmare, Wes Craven
They been setting up camps like Jason
Sick fuckers seeking power since the freemasons
Couldn't count the number graves need urination
You turn 18 and get to sign away your freedom
To a corporation free of payment
Dream of what it mean to be a free agent
Age of information but still need my written statement
Yet too many helping make a databases of faces
Like why the hell would they want me under surveillance?
Already don't take much to listen in
Hard to unify if you can't have a conversation
Though I know I'm prolly preaching to the congregation
Too many still scoff at the implication
When every institution infiltrated since day one
Not hard to see the power of intimidation
Handing out brain damage from the top down
What kinda fruit growing out of stolen ground?
Mining the minds of the youth
With no mention of the truth anywhere to be found
Then throw em in a cage when they fuck up
Generations raised on tough love
Ain't allowed to show the pain, let it bubble up
Then wonder why it turn rage when the trouble come
Blame all the troublesome
Now you in trouble, son
Mental doing double dutch
Men turned cold in the summer sun
And instead of finding how to get a tunnel dug
Putting up a buffer to the heart
All the while while it's beating can't muffle the drum
Only make it harder to recover from
More than stubbornness
Hard to huddle when you got a muzzle on what's coming up
No escape than to face what you done
No matter what shaped, every part make the sum
Futile tryna cover up
Know firsthand only so long that it's easier to run
Tougher than the fuckers showing muscle
Are the ones who taking aim at what's under them
Better to shudder than to just keep suffering from
The same fit every day you been buttoning up
Gon be running amuck until you had enough

Talk like I'm Phineas Gage
With a stake through the front of my brain
Page turner, but still got more than a little ways
Bitter taste
Bit off more than I could chew
Ginger for the palette, creature of sheer habit
Smoke till I can't avoid i'm an asthmatic
Always like I'm fighting the damage with more damage
On average I'm just tryna pick battles