Heavy
12-23-2003, 05:05 PM
Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn't work out the way I want it to. And I get real frustrated. It's like, I try hard to do it
and I take my time but it just doesn't work out the way I want it to. It's like I concentrate on it real hard, but it just doesn't work out. And everything I do and everything I try, it never turns out!
It's like, I need time to figure these things out.
There's always someone there going,
"Hey John, you know, we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately, you
know. You should maybe get away,
and like, maybe you should talk about it, you'd feel a lot better."
I go, "No, it's okay you know, I'll figure it out.
Just leave me alone, I'll figure it out you know.
I'm just working on myself." And they go, "Well, you know, if you wanna talk about it,
I'll be here ya know, and you'll probably feel a lot better if ya talked about it, So why dontcha talk about it?!"
I go, "No! I don't want to I'm okay! I'll figure it out myself!"
But they just keep buggin' me, they just keep buggin' me and it builds up inside!
So you're gonna be institutionalized you'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes. You won't have any say, they'll brainwash you until you see their way
I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything but then again I was thinking about nothing. and then my Mom came in, and I didn't even know she was there.
She called my name, but I didn't hear her.
Then she started screaming, "John, John!" And I go, "What? What's the matter?" She goes, "What's the matter with you?!" I go, "There's nothin' wrong Mom." She goes, "Don't tell me that, you're on drugs!" I go, "No Mom, I'm not on drugs. I'm okay, I'm just thinking, you know. Why don't ya give me a Pepsi?" She goes, "No, you're on drugs!" I go, "Mom, I'm okay, I'm just thinking." She goes, "No, you're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't act in that way!" I go, "Mom, just give me a Pepsi please, all I want is a Pepsi." And she wouldn't give it to me! All I wanted was a Pepsi! Just one Pepsi! And she wouldn't give it to me! Just a Pepsi!
They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
tied around your back, you're treated like thieves. Drug you up because they're lazy, it's too much work to help a crazy.
They stuck me in an institution, said it was the only solution, to give me the needed professional help to protect me from the enemy, myself.
I was sitting in my room. My Mom and my Dad came in. So they pull up a chair and they sat down. They go, John, we need to talk to you." And I go, "Okay, what's the matter?" They go, "Me and your Mom, We've been noticing lately you've been having a lot of problems, and you've been going off for no reason, and we're afraid you're gonna hurt somebody, ee're afraid you're gonna hurt yourself. So we decided that it would be in your best interest if we put you somewhere
Where you could get the help that you need."
And I go, "Wait! What are ya talking about?!
We decided?!
My best interest?!
How do you know what my best interest is! How can you say what my best interest is! And what are ya trying to say? I'm crazy?! When I went to your schools! I went to your churches! I went to your institutional learning facilities! So how can ya say I'm crazy?!
They say they're gonna fix my brain, alleviate my suffering and my pain. But by the time they fix my head, mentally, I'll be dead
I'm not crazy - Institution
You're the one who's crazy - Institution
You're driving me crazy - Institution
They stuck me in an institution, said it was the only solution, to give me the needed professional help
to protect me from the enemy, myself.
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A proportionate amount of props are equally distributed to my nigga's Fluff, Alexxis, CanOfSoup15, WWFallon and Katylina
HORDE KING FOREVER!!!
ORACLE NEVER!!!
This message was edited by johneewadd on 12-23-03 @ 9:08 PM
and I take my time but it just doesn't work out the way I want it to. It's like I concentrate on it real hard, but it just doesn't work out. And everything I do and everything I try, it never turns out!
It's like, I need time to figure these things out.
There's always someone there going,
"Hey John, you know, we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately, you
know. You should maybe get away,
and like, maybe you should talk about it, you'd feel a lot better."
I go, "No, it's okay you know, I'll figure it out.
Just leave me alone, I'll figure it out you know.
I'm just working on myself." And they go, "Well, you know, if you wanna talk about it,
I'll be here ya know, and you'll probably feel a lot better if ya talked about it, So why dontcha talk about it?!"
I go, "No! I don't want to I'm okay! I'll figure it out myself!"
But they just keep buggin' me, they just keep buggin' me and it builds up inside!
So you're gonna be institutionalized you'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes. You won't have any say, they'll brainwash you until you see their way
I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything but then again I was thinking about nothing. and then my Mom came in, and I didn't even know she was there.
She called my name, but I didn't hear her.
Then she started screaming, "John, John!" And I go, "What? What's the matter?" She goes, "What's the matter with you?!" I go, "There's nothin' wrong Mom." She goes, "Don't tell me that, you're on drugs!" I go, "No Mom, I'm not on drugs. I'm okay, I'm just thinking, you know. Why don't ya give me a Pepsi?" She goes, "No, you're on drugs!" I go, "Mom, I'm okay, I'm just thinking." She goes, "No, you're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't act in that way!" I go, "Mom, just give me a Pepsi please, all I want is a Pepsi." And she wouldn't give it to me! All I wanted was a Pepsi! Just one Pepsi! And she wouldn't give it to me! Just a Pepsi!
They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
tied around your back, you're treated like thieves. Drug you up because they're lazy, it's too much work to help a crazy.
They stuck me in an institution, said it was the only solution, to give me the needed professional help to protect me from the enemy, myself.
I was sitting in my room. My Mom and my Dad came in. So they pull up a chair and they sat down. They go, John, we need to talk to you." And I go, "Okay, what's the matter?" They go, "Me and your Mom, We've been noticing lately you've been having a lot of problems, and you've been going off for no reason, and we're afraid you're gonna hurt somebody, ee're afraid you're gonna hurt yourself. So we decided that it would be in your best interest if we put you somewhere
Where you could get the help that you need."
And I go, "Wait! What are ya talking about?!
We decided?!
My best interest?!
How do you know what my best interest is! How can you say what my best interest is! And what are ya trying to say? I'm crazy?! When I went to your schools! I went to your churches! I went to your institutional learning facilities! So how can ya say I'm crazy?!
They say they're gonna fix my brain, alleviate my suffering and my pain. But by the time they fix my head, mentally, I'll be dead
I'm not crazy - Institution
You're the one who's crazy - Institution
You're driving me crazy - Institution
They stuck me in an institution, said it was the only solution, to give me the needed professional help
to protect me from the enemy, myself.
<img src="http://scripts.cgispy.com/image.cgi?u=JohneeWadd">
A proportionate amount of props are equally distributed to my nigga's Fluff, Alexxis, CanOfSoup15, WWFallon and Katylina
HORDE KING FOREVER!!!
ORACLE NEVER!!!
This message was edited by johneewadd on 12-23-03 @ 9:08 PM