Pharoahe Monch - Losing My Mind lyrics

[Hook 1: Mr Porter] A clock without a minute hand An hourgla** without sand Suspended within space and time I walk a thin line Amongst the ma**es all alone A furnished house with no one home I see through walls that's hard to climb I'm losing my mind [Verse 1] No medicaid, no medication Thinking you're better off dead Instead should have been dedicated to education I spin, the cylinder on my revolver I spin, the cylinder Would someone explain who'd leave a dick in charge of a bush Of a colon I'm screwed, saw more war than Warsaw Poland, viewed An infant's insides, outside of his body Inside of a place of worship, ungodly Out cries tears “Dear God, where are we?” That's what I scream towards the skyline but probably No one can hear a word of what I was saying Insurgents surged in the temple where I was praying Now flashbacks wake me abruptly when police pa** by Lights flash, if i could only put the past on a flashdrive I'd For peace of mind, install an external drive So I'd be more driven internally to survive I'm... [Hook 2: Mr Porter (Pharoahe Monch)] A clock without a minute hand An hourgla** without sand (So I spin, the cylinder on my revolver I spin, the cylinder on my revolver) Amongst the ma**es all alone A furnished house with no one home (So I spin, the cylinder on my revolver I spin, the cylinder on my revolver) [Verse 2] My family customs were not accustomed to dealing with mental health It was more or less an issue for white families with wealth Void, I defected, employed self annoyed Went independent, enjoyed stealth Now doctors prescribed sedatives and Prozac The rent's cheaper in the ghetto but you can't go back So I, spin the cylinder on my revolver Then, maybe let it draw blood like Chupacabra And dissolve into the abyss, without evolving Instead of revolving around the habitual problem solver Research like, George Washington Carver But no answer so my mantra is to deal with it in and chart then Part, instead of being incredibly defiant Peddle through revenue issues I'll do it for medical science It's better to be level-headed than to regret it and pious Settling for life without sun-shine, never vibrant, I'm... [Hook 3: Mr Porter] A clock without a minute hand An hourgla** without sand Suspended within space and time I walk a thin line Amongst the ma**es all alone A furnished house with no one home I can see through walls it's hard to climb I'm losing my- I'm losing my mind [Outro: Clock ticking]