AwareAndMadHatter (freestyle)

Let me think about this madness I get geeked, analytical, criminal
Numbers tracked, never subliminal aware is the attention demanded by a whistle
Slave race, no Dixie line, this be the people's dismissal
Cold wars, keep em cock strong operation blue ball them

Don't let them get off, don't wanna be a bukkake's fallen
Chop their dick off, shove it down their throat, to choke upon it
Let's move beyond this, seems like to do this is delusional
They paint illusions in our reality, the majority are delusional
Even those who see what's going on come off as paranoid or crazy, farfetched and far off
Most thoughts that are on the frontier of creating a revolution usually are
Criticized and spoken, space put between, never chosen, silence blacklisted
Sure to go unheard, yeah that's the state we live in

Put em together, move a whole generation, but kept apart through an algorithm
I don't know what's real anymore, I don't know what sense I mean in that statement
I think I'm far from being healed furthermore, I'm getting so broken it's getting harder to fake it
Yo, that's the hook homie

I don't know what's real anymore, I don't know what sense I mean in that statement
I think I'm far from being healed furthermore, I'm getting so broken it's getting harder to fake it
At times there's a void of sadness in my eyes, I don't think it's a thousand yard stare
It could be the burden of eleven other signs

Been present since the beginning, did I return on the third day
Born on the 18th, do I resurrect once more on the 21st
The day of the sign change, makes sense
I am kept from knowing the true magnificence

Or if known humility would not be possible to gather
The gift of common sense would be replaced with absent
My mind sometimes absent, whimsical and dreaming
That's a place that it likes to go when it feels things too deeply

I'm not running, I just need time to process and space to breathe, please
I don't care if you stay or leave, maybe you self-reflect
And keep comments to yourself and refrain from hovering
I don't know what's real anymore, I don't know what sense I mean in that statement

I think I'm far from being healed furthermore, I'm getting so broken it's getting harder to fake it
I don't know what's real anymore, I don't know what sense I mean in that statement
I think I'm far from being healed furthermore, I'm getting so broken it's getting harder to fake it
Let me think about this madness

It's what you wanted
It's what you wanted
Madness