I'm crazy (Trippin' Hard)

by Justsayno2drugs   Jun 11, 2011


I’m an antisocial crazy martyr alien who’s a loner clean and sober and from another planet,
Where my father’s fiancé died lied then came back resurrected as his new girlfriend Janet,
They swear this isn’t true I’m crazy I’m seeing stuff and I am Jesus Damn it!,
Celebrities are mind readers now watch me flip out scream yell and slam it,
They can shoot thoughts into my head slicing through my skin like it’s a blade,
They can take thoughts out too they’re ignorant they mind read and they invade,
They follow me around no matter where I go everywhere I go with nanny cams,
They come disguised as C.E.O.s shippers receivers techs and even handy mans,
They can change their sex by tearing off their skin in full body layers as if it were leotards,
I don’t make this crap up I just call it the way I see it yeah I know- they’re frigging retards,
This is exactly how 2Pac tricked you he isn’t dead he’s alive,
He’s been hounding me for his royalties ever since I was five,
Way back when I was born and raised in Pine Grove Drive,
I’ve tried telling people this but no one else sees this and I’ve,
Seen him before he was standing there slamming his car door,
Yelling screaming: “Hey white boy! What’s you looking at me for”?
(I reacted in my mind like:
……..“I’m crazy / no I’m not / yes I am/ NO I’M NOT! / AAARRRGGG!”)
I’M THE TYPE OF PARANOID NEUROTIC MEGALOMANIAC THAT’LL FLAG DOWN A 9 SEATER!,
I’LL START POUNDING ON THE WINDOW ASKING - SCREAMING: “ARE YOU A MIND READER?!”,
They’re the type of people that’ll say I didn’t ask them right driving off leaving me there having me say: “Fine I don’t need ya”,
I don’t get paid to ask you questions AGAIN and AGAIN correctly you knew what I was asking you see the,
Reason why I always pop these pills is because cops are deep and they kill,
And I love the chill that I feel whenever gangbangers get dropped still,
While knowing exactly who they all are,
I’ll rat then out fast they ain’t getting far,
They always tell me I’m not even a human being I’m just a maggot,
They ain’t gangsta’s cause they smoke crack either I already had it,
I already shook that messed up feeling I don’t hang out with them dudes I ain’t fiending,
With that crazy dazed look in my eye like: “Are these imaginary things that I’m seeing?”
By imcrazytooo
© 2011 imcrazytooo (All rights reserved)

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  • 6 years ago

    by Justsayno2drugs

    Just google my poem titles and you can see them without the stupid boxes in my poems that I can't get rid of, (the boxes are in my poems only here on this site!)