Waking up everyday in this darkness of nonsense Im still feeling unconsience, but Im consience Maybe if i go to the market and spew vomit all on da carpet and get caught wit my pants down, forcing me to flaunt it Then I might feel alive, even If I gotta feel embarrasment Any natural feeling I have these days, I gladly cherish it Treasure it, Ive lost touch wit reality, where is it? It isnt fair is it? Just sit there and bare witness The way Im livin' will change dearly ... And maybe these demons and haters will leave if they hear me Pistol loaded ... its my "big bang theory" If they clearly dont get it, they better stay weary If they nearly step on my toes, Ill go off ... I stay sippin' my purple syrup, although I have no cough I stay sippin' it till Im fucked up, and have no thoughts ... But if this shit don't stop, it's not a glock, but it still goes "pop"