You are the crutch of this disease And I've been locked in your machine Sit here and rot, or break this deal My mouth is shut, my lips are sealed Your state of mind revealed That my love for you was real They say in time wounds heal But I got nothing

Just might be true The self-inflicted state of mind A one-man struggle beneath the tower I think the clock still exist God just forgot to tap my shoulder I woke up today I wish I felt something The odor of my apathy I want to be the things I see

And I'm in a bluegrass state of mind And I miss that Kentucky girl that I left behind Hearts like the ones in my homeplace are so hard to find I'm in a bluegrass state of mind. I'm dreaming tonight of a hollow With a clear mountain stream A cabin with a

Population one since yesterday Livin' and dyin' in the hell I made Right now my mind's in another state Ain't enough heart here left to break I drove half way to town last night And I turned around In a field of fireflies makin' such a lonely sound As my

Cause I'm all messed up Making prefect nonsense Drowning in my doubt too well Going nowhere fast but circles in my mind Another day wasted out of time I can't get out of this Altered state of mind I'm going overboard

I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon lace you Just don't whatever you do,

You are the crutch of this disease And I've been locked in your machine Sit here and rot, or break this deal My mouth is shut, my lips are sealed Your state of mind revealed That my love for you was real They say in time wounds heal But I got nothing

New York, New York Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers

My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime Higher than average Lot of cabbage Thank God I never abide by the established Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters Like "Yoo-hoo" with a

In an outlaw state of mind And there's people all across the land Cut my teeth on Daddy's old LGO And I lost my mind somewhere in New Mexico And TW put a snake on my back I keep a red bar on my si-i-ide And its people all across the land From East