Schizophrenia

The thing about the madness, there can be sadness,

It's a state of mind but now I feel fine,

My life it had devoured but now I'm empowered,

From the med I sleep well in my bed,

The people that had a grip on me,

Not plain to see, or hear,

I had no fear, I thought it was something queer,

So I drank some beer,

I accumulated some beliefs that were strange,

I felt a little deranged, somewhat insane, a bit paranoid,

Yet in a void, thought my mind was a toy

Did not start when I was a boy,

But a man, about 33 to be precise

When all seemed good and nice, I don't think twice,

Upon the visit to London when I first got committed,

Later I thought there was something transmitted,

So I finally admitted I was schitzophrenic,

No need to panic now, I'll show you how,

To remove the stigma I am a man of peace,

Upon the final release from a hospital,

It was an obstacle, I was in denial, for a while

Until I met Tcore, that helped me score

the truth of my reality, it was not real,

It had no appeal