Mental Incarceration

Eyes in the rear view Eyes on the block Every shadow talking

every face a cop this ain't no penitentiary these walls ain't

stone But I'm doing the light sand is feeling all alone independ

yeah I walk out the spot my neck on a swivel

the tension in the air making my damn soul shrivel but friendly knocking

be a set up for a lick A parked car with tent that's

a psychological trip I'm guarding my own cell, patrolling the yard My mind is

the warden and it's working too hard Every corner I turn