[Chorus: Loc Saint]
These madness and sadness / happiness and joy mixed with depression in those lessons we all learn from having these / emotions ramp us / suicide no homicide no fits of psycho rip inside my vitals awful genes / how do I manage this / emotions that keep roller coasting in my ghost and makes me feel I am indeed / a mixture of all of these / hatred and love and peace and war hardcore and then mixed wit with a little harmony

[Verse 1: Loc Saint]
Let it go, let the flow go live like Ima mote into the very inner center reveal the squad / Ima spit it again because [?] embed it deep inside a ya like a chip in a robot / Shotty Five is alive and im makin' it known from every emotion I scratch like Botox / Ya son of a gun helpin' the banshees I can't believe everybody's rollin' a Zoloft / Sorry doc, I really like it the way that I was raised so the crazy trains stops when I roll off / Man I got to exhibit everything this life inside of my prison when I get the vision Ima go off / Got me feelin like my mentality battle me / can it be the side effect of my motherfuckin' anatomy / overheatin' the brain we runnin' ahead of me / record it whatever the data be gathering / Seen I think not / one million thoughts / and they fire at once while Im caught in the middle of a rock / and a hard place take em to the mars base space station [?] / I can't think but I feel somethin feelin comin up out of me ruckus take a double shot / and I lie if I did not tell you Im distraught

[Chorus: Loc Saint]
I deal with all these things inside / I don't know how Im still alive / I am all these, madness and sadness / happiness and joy mixed with depression in those lessons we all learn from having these / emotions ramp us / suicide no homicide no fits of psycho rip inside my vitals awful genes / how do I manage this / emotions that keep roller coasting in my ghost and makes me feel I am indeed / a mixture of all of these / hatred and love and peace and war hardcore and then mixed wit with a little harmony

[Verse 2: The Jokerr]
Im a ball of confusion / tryna make sense of a life livin in the dark / tryna figure out money tryna figure out art / tryna think about what in the hell am I doing here and I fear that its all an illusion / that we travel too far in the wrong direction / tellin me to stay calm when it's all depressin' / when I dead it ain't bombs that prolong the messes and [?] may call it amusing / All that I ever fought for doin' it for all of your amusement / everything I suffered and every moment of trouble that ever quoted the bible it was all but abusive / I kept it on movin' I thought it had to be checked / but it followed behind me I felt it breathing on my neck / I could feel death comin but I wasn't ready yet / I remember what he said if I wasn't already dead / ever since then I been a lightning rod / I feel it all so hard that I fight with God / it overwhelms every night until I can't even sleep / I panic and creep / I done feel the banister creek / its like a mental insane asylum inside my skull / of over one of the motions and it divides my soul / and Im doin' what I can to survive I grow / is it ever gonna end though I don't know

[Chorus: Loc Saint]
I deal with all these things inside / I don't know how Im still alive / I am all these, madness and sadness / happiness and joy mixed with depression in those lessons we all learn from having these / emotions ramp us / suicide no homicide no fits of psycho rip inside my vitals awful genes / how do I manage this / emotions that keep roller coasting in my ghost and makes me feel I am indeed / a mixture of all of these / hatred and love and peace and war hardcore and then mixed wit with a little harmony