Illusions (harpsichord instrumental)

Some people tell me that I need help Some people can fuck off and go to hell God dam why they criticize me Now shit is on the rise and my family despise me Fuck em and feed em cuz I don't need em I won't join em if I can beat em They don't understand my logic To my gat, to my money, and I'm hook on chronic I never wanted to hurt a nigga Unless you come flexing that trigger I'll dig ya that grave on the east side of town Now your six feet underground From man to the dust to the ashes All I remember tell me where the cash is! Click clack barrel at my dome Give all your loot or you ain't going home But I ain't going out on a bang Wa dada dang wa dada da dang (Hook) I'm having illusions all this confusion's Driving me mad inside I'm having illusions all this confusion's Fuckin me up in the mind Mother fuckas be driving me up the walls Hoping that I fall but they can lick my balls Straight jacket strap it In the padded room where some punk niggas can't hack it Distracted from all reality now I'm let out On a minor technicality .... They all fucked up now Cuz they let a nigga back on the street some how I'm looking for some one like me Living in my own world to my own degree On the loose in the city looking at the ho with the titties Looking at me and I feel shitty A lil tensed up getting hot Cuz she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot I'm trying to find ways to cope But I ain't fuckin around with a gage or a rope (Hook) I'm having illusions all this confusion's Driving me mad inside I'm having illusions all this confusion's Fuckin me up in the mind