Losing My Mind

[Hook 1: Mr Porter]

A clock without a minute hand

An hourglass without sand

Suspended within space and time

I walk a thin line

Amongst the masses all alone

A furnished house with no one home

I see through walls that’s hard to climb

I’m losing my mind

[Verse 1]

No medicaid, no medication

Thinking you're better off dead

Instead should have been dedicated to education

I spin, the cylinder on my revolver

I spin, the cylinder

Would someone explain who’d leave a dick in charge of a bush

Of a colon I’m screwed, saw more war than Warsaw Poland, viewed

An infant’s insides, outside of his body

Inside of a place of worship, ungodly

Out cries tears “Dear God, where are we?”

That’s what I scream towards the skyline but probably

No one can hear a word of what I was saying

Insurgents surged in the temple where I was praying

Now flashbacks wake me abruptly when police pass by

Lights flash, if i could only put the past on a flashdrive I’d

For peace of mind, install an external drive

So I’d be more driven internally to survive

I’m...

[Hook 2: Mr Porter (Pharoahe Monch)]

A clock without a minute hand

An hourglass without sand

(So I spin, the cylinder on my revolver

I spin, the cylinder on my revolver)

Amongst the masses all alone

A furnished house with no one home

(So I spin, the cylinder on my revolver

I spin, the cylinder on my revolver)

[Verse 2]

My family customs were not accustomed to dealing with mental health

It was more or less an issue for white families with wealth

Void, I defected, employed self annoyed

Went independent, enjoyed stealth

Now doctors prescribed sedatives and Prozac

The rent’s cheaper in the ghetto but you can’t go back

So I, spin the cylinder on my revolver

Then, maybe let it draw blood like Chupacabra

And dissolve into the abyss, without evolving

Instead of revolving around the habitual problem solver

Research like, George Washington Carver

But no answer so my mantra is to deal with it in and chart then

Part, instead of being incredibly defiant

Peddle through revenue issues I’ll do it for medical science

It’s better to be level-headed than to regret it and pious

Settling for life without sun-shine, never vibrant, I’m...

[Hook 3: Mr Porter]

A clock without a minute hand

An hourglass without sand

Suspended within space and time

I walk a thin line

Amongst the masses all alone

A furnished house with no one home

I can see through walls it’s hard to climb

I’m losing my- I’m losing my mind

[Outro: Clock ticking]