Captive

I'm a pacifist in ways, some days
But I can depict the rage
Of a passionate, insane
Captive, ravenous, remains
Strapped with adamantine chains
Lackin' half his fuckin' brain
Passed his abstinence away
Hasn't slept for days
Mapping
Planning his escape
Back to smackin' cannibals who rape
With a bag of apples, fruits and grapes
A man of fast impulse and hate
Madness, last, he will awake
Strapping, packing tools and blades
Axes, massive fuse grenades

An addict to this game
Like crack is to L.A.
Got back on booze and cane
Attacking dudes who take
A glance at two of my chains
But I ain't on my medicine
So this time, I might remember it
Off the sedatives
Got me feeling better than I've ever been
I'm venomous
No longer hesitant
To whip a skeleton
At relatives
Adrenaline
Pumping through my head and limbs
And yall can suck a dick
I got a list of motherfuckers that I'm tryna hit
And they ain't gon' see me coming through the fuckin' mist
My personality's kind of like my dad
They split
No more excuses
I'm about to fuckin' lose it
On the new kid
You the loose end
Cue the music
Leave you reeling, useless, handicapped
Wearing all black
So the body bag will suit it
Ain't nothing to it
Just a couple plastic wraps, a dagger and duct tape
And why you tryna squirm, fuck face?
You getting stabbed in the gut, wait
I think I got a dull blade, fuck sakes
Quit moving around like you're gon' make them cuffs break
Severed head is lighter than I thought it would be
Like you're huffin' paint
And the fuckin' pain in your voice when you suffocate
Just resuscitates me



Credits
Writer(s): Amer Ali
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