all in my head

, quarter on the loose, loose quarter, few questions i ask myself, maybe it started with slaughterhouse, or was it tour life?, maybe it wouldn't had started at all if i had your life, maybe it was needed or i was thinking immorally, if i wasn't myself could i say i gave the fans all of me?, can't decide if i'm more ashamed of what they saw of me, than i am of ignoring all the lessons that was taught to me, headed up field but couldn't dodge the last tackler, how could a forward thinker move so ass backwards, how could a dude with no regrets at all, willing to bet it all, not realize that quicker demise, how could i neglect it all?, i'm so seasonal, some of you knew id spring back, with a heart this cold, how'd ya'll think i'd be receptive to fall, i'm plenty comfortable when danger's around, and even more so when strangers around, in a bigger picture, was sicker down on my triggers, and all the alarm enforcers, down to a nigga, that i'm about for drugs and liquor or the harm it causes, life and death, i tried to lynch myself, thought i could keep it all a secret, i convinced myself, but really the folk that loved me, they could tell i was loakin, i couldn't see him, cry me a river cause it fell in the ocean, numb to my words now, maybe felt it was open, i cut so many people loose to any need help with devotion, that's just some of the things i ask my lord the savior, and when he calls to me, well he have done us all a favor, how did i make it here?, who i are?, i feel so lost, now i'm not seeing it clear, is it my fault?, is it my fault?, it's all in my head, i'm looking around like this can't be happening, round of applause for the angry rappers, lord my girl cried me a flood then me a river, that's love depending on me when i'm a dependent on liquor, i'm up in the shoe store, she got no love to show, you ever look at a bitch she was fucking behind your bitch back like fuck i was fuckin you for, come on, i'm an artist so i'm intelligent, i would tell you to do some soul searchin, but it's hangin up in my closet with your skeleton, that's gotta be a god's work, even a diamond gotta be polished first, the quarter is on the loose and i ain't been out here getting my dollars' worth, i had to remove the goggles first, to see through the sippin patrone and 50 phonies for, i need to go get me a kidney doner, guru, nate dogg, go head blink your eye, your doctor told me you close, go ahead drink and die, buried under the stone where the patrone 5th sits by, that reads hella somebody who never wanted to be this guy, they say knowledge is power, great cause every day i learn, as of late been having revelations bout this hate turn, hate the way they judge me, 2 i got the case adjourned, hated the belly of the beast to i became it's tapeworm, when i said i'd stop getting high tried to say it's done, no, i'm the type to walk through the fire to check the way it burn, they say my brain is off, i say how can it be?, if i'm out my mind how can i be in sanity?, the people used to say that i was scared of progress, they don't know how hard a nigga tried to advance, but i don't know who's more to blame, is it them for really not knowing me, or is it me for never really giving them a chance?, get too close, be too big of a threat, now it's been little than no time, thinking why i ain't get rid of you yet, gotta recognize my maturity, gotta see i'm grown, letting my skeletons out the closet just so i never be alone, since i got trust issues i won't discuss with you, besides god tell me who the fuck's supposed to save you, pop one, have one man to man, was gone half my life so, somewhere in his head probly feel it in his place too, plus more people will see me soon, i mean i'll be on national tv soon, so when i ask if people i have around are cancer for me, that's 4 million more that might be able to answer for me, joe,