Demons and Confessions

Don't want no therapy. She's scared of me. Can't bury the

feet. Lost the scream and now I'm a fiend. Ice cream to

screw. Sometimes life's hard. Lemons in both fists. You're never ahead.

Always trapped, seat belted in the back of a cop car. Maybe my family's

proud. I spit my demons out. Rep the soap opera out of

my spirit. They treat myself as wealthy as Oprah but my feelings

are all distortions. Polarized mirror stress on stress, invisible and how deep it hides.

Sometimes I wanna die just to see if they feel me. Camera ready while