AwareAnd|MadHatter (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