Eye Examination - Del The Funky Homosapien

I never had real friends 'til now 
I never had to steal endz 'cause that's foul 
I walk the streets with the baseball bat feelin' secure 
but I try not to incite fights that's immature 
actions that come back to haunt 
I work hard to get the things that I want 
and never flaunt 
never post where the most guys post high 
I keep my focus towards the ground 
and pound 
any brother who's my ace to my face 
even if snakes on the unda' 
I try not to wonda' 
trainin' my brain wit' mental anguish 
strange, it's rather eerie 
clearly 
just a whim 
I adjust the hymn 
deal with the dealers and the squealers and the jockeys 
I can take the fizz out the carbonated copy 
imprints are made in the sand as I walk 
dim hints reveal rather grand as I talk 
small individuals seem larger 
when they take charge of 
their antics 
makin' them gigantic 
so you never suspect their neck bein' strained 
so many situated thoughts in the brain 
heavy weight gain 
so I weight train 
'cause to me the weight gain 
is a great gain 
and I hate sane individuals 
close they nose to new aromas 
I got the smellin' salts that are prone ta' 
clear the nasal, daze 
you'll probably make a raise to a new level 
and see the true devil 
any color ya wish because the devil takes any shape, 
any form 
any swarm 
ride over your dish like a picnic 
I think the sick shit 
I had my wrist slit 
like a suicide 
but I survived 
and you can too 
plan to 
live a full life free of anxieties 
while you're at it try to keep an eye on me