fucked up piece, some dont rly make sense, talkin alot of shit rly, but hey

[ainsy]

   i look at the face, feautures-so-profound,
fight within itself, fight these creatures-to-tha-ground/
   once was found, now it's lost, in the wrong place,
evrythin tossed, its an internal holocaust/
   n the cost ah this inadvertant judgmental composition,
is the relentless attack of the "antic disposition"/
   that unlike Hamlet i'v actualy adopted,
took my sanity n swapped it,like a doubler i never had,i just lost it/
   quiker than marshal,quiker than the dancers he hired,
my soul has been fired, n i fight fire with fire, so i hav retired/
   from this nightmare iv been dreamin,screamin when im sleepin,
so i aint actualy sleepin, isomnia keepin/
   me up, like fight club, times up, wake up he's gone,
left on ma own, fightin with maself, n my life is blown/
   symbolic of the light, coz light has deserted-me-along-time-ago,
it might-have-reverted me,i might- have-known/
   but i didnt,evry breath i inhale is stole,
goin 2 heavin after i impale ya wit a blunt pole so its more sore/
   thats real gangsta talk, comin from a man that aint no gangsta,
punch into it to prove to myself i aint no wanksta/
   a thousand shiny pieces flee due-to-the-fist,
tiny pieces of reflection in this,tiny pieces of skin in this, tiny pieces of blood blew-from-my-wrist/
   and so i stare at myself over and over again,
picture the place am goin, n im happy ova n above the pain/