[SurreaL]

Disfunctional Visonairy, I see life in a fucked up state
I rhyme to relate to my past self, in a past date.
Smoke the sess, just to keep a sane mentality,
but when reality steps to talk to me, I react heavy graphicly.
dramaticly, I rain pain, no claim to fake it,
legitly I take it, if it wasn't real I would break it.
Grasp the task, on the high road, tale's to unfold,
reload the chamber, road block, sudden danger,
nightime victim just another stranger.
My mind chose to relate, alot of weight on the plate,
Im pressed with a task that can shift my fate.