Category : Songs

Sub Category : Rap

i have a sickness
a multiple personality disorder
I got some names, more than 2 or 3 that you aren't sure with what name to call me. 
I'm too much, i'm too fake, how could you believe i'm real when i'm always changing, always shifting and someone else is knockin' on yo door? 
My face's only a mask you can't tear off 
Oh, but you can beat it up and kick it in, 
but you know what? Then i only look victim-like and you jump into jail, hehe, revenge. 
And my like eleven different me's, they're still there, to kill 'em all you have to first purge my body away from planet earth. 
But why directly, already kill me, huh? drive me to a psychiatrist, she's gon be my new teacher and maybe i'll even listen and learn to control these demons. 
I have a sickness
a multiple personality disorder 
It got so worse that i doubt i have a solid personality, i don't have a real self like a narcissist, i'm a mad, confused lyricist, let's say i'm each word in a poem, song or book i wrote. But then i feel guilty for being a criminal and being suicidal and depressive too. people won't understand that that's my way of how to make my life livable.
But here's a thing i'm proud of: 
At least some of my songs are refrainless 
because everybody's busy with being a refrain of a copy of another countless imitations. I'm a black stain on the skin of the rainbow, i'm insanely individual, that you could believe i'm an alien.