Stir Crazy
Doin' my time in solitary.
I don't remember my crime, incidentally.
My hazy is shot through with memory.
Stir Krazy
Waiting for your dope, blood stream transfusion.
Yeah, I'm losing hope, drowning in confusion.
Maybe I'm withdrawing from my indecision.
I got the shakes.
Full body aches.
And I don't wanna swallow down anything but you.
Been prowling my cage.
Frustration over rage.
And I've caught your scent but I can't get to you.
Styr Crazy
Signing up to be your prison yard...bitch.
All these other blowhards can kiss my ...itch.
Boy, I'd hold your sweat towel but it's already... drenched.
I'll be good. No more hangin' in the hood.
Can I have some probation?
A literary reincarnation.
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