Sick Boi, Pt. 2

Brrah! Whoo! Whoo! Sick boi, sick boi, allopathic script boi (shi) Pathogenic, schizophrenic, call a medic quick, boi (blah) Quick boi, quick boi, just wanna scratch the itch, boi Agoraphobic, multi courses on it, I'm that sick boi Nothing to lose, nothing to win or to prove, nothing but holes in my shoes Nothing but nothing, I'm hustling, bustling, pain is a paradox I didn't choose Nothing but truth, nothing but fire in the booth, nothing that you could do I couldn't do Nothing that you could do better, forget all the others, I'm aiming at you Cytotoxic, diagnostic, catastrophic news Since I got sick, know for one the pain, it comes in twos Catatonic, antipsychotics, beta blockers, antibiotics Watch the clock tick, pick the lock pick, quick let's dip, get loose Wait for a minute, I'm struggling with it I'm doubling down and I'm doubling digits I live it, I live with the pain and forgive it 'Cause bitterness eats you alive when you're in it I miss it, then flip it, then rip off the script that is fitting That I have been screaming at demons that visit I'm feeling so rigid, I lean on religion But God sits there laughing, I'm burning my bridges Car crash, whiplash Ambulance, body bags, zip back It's a game of circumstance, wrong turn Everything can all collapse, get burned Back inside the relapse, cracks, they stack back to back And I'm back on my back inside the counterattack Pop Prozac, knock it back, wash it down and relax And that's that, subtract, collapse, react, adapt Oh, getting lost, money, money, money Oh, getting to the top like I got nothing to lose, yeah Like I got nothing to lose lose, lose lose Oh, getting lost, money, money, money Oh, getting to the top like I got nothing to lose, yeah Like I got nothing to lose lose Getting lost, money like a drug Once upon a time, a time that was not long ago There lived a boy inside his mind, sometimes a thought would overflow And grow and grow, until they blinded the boy, he decomposed And if you read between the lines of his story, you will know That there is method to his madness, prerequisite for his sadness For there must be catalysts which exist to explain his status Extract it and look right at it, his panic was formed in fragments That happened from lack of passion attacking his hippocampus Back to the story where the story begins There was a boy, he was confused by the world that he lived in A world where profit is religion and to knock it is sin A world where prophets spread the word of putting profit over kin Sink or swim, blood it is thicker than Money and dividends, he grew thick skin See it for what it is, resist, and take a hit on the chin Anti-capitalist, a rationalist, a war, it shall begin On the greedy who mislead the people, it starts from within In, in, are you in it to win? Or are you in it for a purpose that exists outside your skin? When you're in it, is it worthless to resist, begin again Are you screaming on the surface, are you like me, are you in? Ooh, getting all this money money, money Ooh, getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah Like I got nothing to lose Ooh, getting all this money money, money Ooh, getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah Like I got nothing to lose, lose Lose, lose Ooh, getting all this money money, money Ooh, getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah Like I got nothing to lose, lose Getting all this money like a job (It's done, it's done, it's done, it's done)