Mind Over Matter

Outbursts in public, I can't control it, so I vent to no one but the walls, better yet the little guy on my shoulder. He be picking at me during the day. That supernatural spirit. I know you can't believe it or me. But the attacks are real. Got me questioning my faith for real. The good, the bad, the ugly. Don't make fun of me. Let's do this face to face. When you leave out, make sure you close the gate. It's gonna be a long day. The mind is a terrible thing to waste.