In Your Mind

Knick knack, patty Im never comin back
But the minute that you hear me, you yell, 'Get off the crack'
I dont know, I guess it be my thought process
Fifty below the level of consciousness
S.O.S, ring the alarm, red alert
When Im rhymin, sound the siren, the whole works
(Why?)
Cause they consider me, mad
Alfred E. Neuman got nuttin on me
Public Enemy No.1 , now they got me in a cell
Living hell, yeah, that be my life
Cause mind dont matter, so I apply mind over matter
While they mull matter over mind
A threat to mankind, refer to me as subject A
Got me pissin in a cup, all day
Mad people, all up in my cerebral
Oh ****t , what the **** you doin with that needle?
Argh
Almost certainly a psychosomatic condition
What is really wrong with the patient?
What? They confined to my bed cause Im strapped in
Catscan cause they wanna know whats happenin
Mentally, physically, to subject B
Thats showin signs of the M-A-D-Man, possessed
Cause no rest for the wicked
I kick it, I -double-I cause Im twisted
Sadistic, a threat to society, Im locked up
In this nut house, cause Im about to blow up
Restrained, to maintain my composure
Sanity but they cant , too much calamity
So they wait then attack
Im too exhausted to even fight back
I swear, the end is near, I can feel it
My fate, will they seal it?