This is where I live, maybe the last place I’ll dwell
Long ago life was heavenly, now most days bring me hell
A place full of criminals, who even lie unto themselves
I won’t come with no subliminals
I’ll bring the truth right off the shelf
I live with monsters and demons
With sociopathic mental health
I got no rhyme, got no reason
Machiavellian type of wealth
It makes it hard to search my soul
With everybody else
I’ve fallen down a deep dark hole
Wearing the mask of someone else
Prison
