Born

[Scripter]

I've died twice in each of my last lives
was a bad child dressed in clad with
plaid padded rooms doing shrooms
inside of a mad house
was be-headed crowned
so I couldn't be headed...
south
cause I was already bred heir
broke an outta my meds
till the thoughts in my head drown
never kept it short
bore me...
always taking the long route
started changing subjects
till I found my mind
lost an so heavy
I couldn't pick it up.. aground
glossed till all that's ups down
in zone like a touch tone
holding the phone with my lips bound
whispering sick thoughts
bouncing my head off the womb
during the ultrasound