Losing My Mind Lyrics - P.t.s.d. - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder - Pharoahe Monch

A clock without a minute hand 

An hourglass without sand 

Suspended within space and time 

I walk a thin line 

Amongst the masses all alone 

A furnished house with no one home 

I see through walls that's hard to climb 

I'm losing my mind 

No medicaid, no medication 

Thinking you're better off dead 

Instead should have been dedicated to education 

I spin, the cylinder on my revolver 

I spin, the cylinder 

Would someone explain who'd leave a dick in charge of a bush 

Of a colon I'm screwed, saw more war than Warsaw Poland, viewed 

An infant's insides, outside of his body 

Inside of a place of worship, ungodly 

Out cries tears "Dear God, where are we?" 

That's what I scream towards the skyline but probably 

No one can hear a word of what I was saying 

Insurgents surged in the temple where I was praying 

Now flashbacks wake me abruptly when police pass by 

Lights flash, if I could only put the past on a flashdrive I'd 

For peace of mind, install an external drive 

So I'd be more driven internally to survive I'm... 

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A clock without a minute hand 

An hourglass without sand 

(So I spin, the cylinder on my revolver 

I spin, the cylinder on my revolver) 

Amongst the masses all alone 

A furnished house with no one home 

(So I spin, the cylinder on my revolver 

I spin, the cylinder on my revolver) 

My family customs were not accustomed to dealing with mental health 

It was more or less an issue for white families with wealth 

Void, I defected, employed self annoyed 

Went independent, enjoyed stealth 

Now doctors prescribed sedatives and Prozac 

The rent's cheaper in the ghetto but you can't go back 

So I, spin the cylinder on my revolver 

Then, maybe let it draw blood like Chupacabra 

And dissolve into the abyss, without evolving 

Instead of revolving around the habitual problem solver 

Research like, George Washington Carver 

But no answer so my mantra is to deal with it in and chart then 

Part, instead of being incredibly defiant 

Peddle through revenue issues I'll do it for medical science 

It's better to be level-headed than to regret it and pious 

Settling for life without sun-shine, never vibrant, I'm... 

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A clock without a minute hand 

An hourglass without sand 

Suspended within space and time 

I walk a thin line 

Amongst the masses all alone 

A furnished house with no one home 

I can see through walls it's hard to climb 

I'm losing my- I'm losing my mind