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Birds eye view of residuals Behind the gates as a criminal Eating my fruits and my vegetables Knuckles bloody like a mensural cycle Another visit to solitary This shit here is involuntary Body ice cold like it's February I ain't gone lie, it's gets overbearing Being alone with just the voices in my head in here alone Don't want to get out of bed to reach the phone Not until they bring me my meds Even then, I probably won't It's gets overbearing being alone With just the voices in my head In here all alone Got no bread, yet I'm in a jam Almost stuck in another jam That ain't gone help my predicament In which the state brought FED interest Karmas a bitch, I hate fucking her She gave em the shit by the furniture Talking inspectors and officers Rather them than a Marshal Bus Had to accept that I'm in this mess Now I'm fucked up cracking niggas heads Doc had considered me over stressed All I can do is recollect On March 11th when this came about Who ever called need to point me out Wonder how long they followed me around Probably had the ups while I was looking down Birds eye view of residuals Behind the gates as a criminal Eating my fruits and my vegetables Knuckles bloody like a mensural cycle Another visit to solitary This shit here is involuntary Body ice cold like it's February I ain't gone lie, it's gets overbearing Being alone with just the voices in my head in here alone Don't want to get out of bed to reach the phone Not until they bring me my meds Even then, I probably won't It's gets overbearing being alone With just the voices in my head In here all alone (That, that)That friend ain't a friend I said it Oops Considered him my mans, now he a goof Could've did him in if I wanted to but I thought friendship was bulletproof For sure shatter through cause I see the damage Tryna give excuses but you know what happened Heard about a beam and a blue sandwich Clear you gotta new style, ain boutta cramp it Birds eye view of residuals Behind the gates as a criminal Eating my fruits and my vegetables Knuckles bloody like a mensural cycle Another visit to solitary This shit here is involuntary Body ice cold like it's February I ain't gone lie, it's gets overbearing Being alone with just the voices in my head In here alone Don't want to get out of bed To reach the phone Not until they bring me my meds Even then, I probably won't