“…Your baggage ain’t gonna fit in my storage overhead space,
cause it just ain’t big enough to fit your damaged goods.
In other words don’t try to put your heart in a headcase.
Cause baby, stable mentally I ain’t.
I need my meds, I peed my bed,
I’m going blind, I don’t see my legs.
I keep on falling down, no wonder you can’t stand me, I need my cane.
Someone help me, I think my face is melting…
If you felt these migraines and see these maggots eat my brain,
this G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty head.
If you read my mind, you can see my pain,
and you’d see why I be this way…”

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