Losing My Mind

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...
 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...
 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