A different eye

Losi'n my grandma caused me ta lose my manners I found it strange seein former gangstas use proper grammar Instead of Glocks and hammers,banana clips, and propaganda My mind's cursed in a world that's reversed were the poor drive Panoramas The rich stitch quilts, kids eat cookies and milk then sneak back up the Chimney after droppin their gifts for Santa Nightmares of whippin Civics over unstable bridges Breakin into mental clinics ran by genius schizophrenics Greeting suicidal bitches openin up like door fridges Rooms later become haunted by phantoms and lost spirits Unfaithful Whores scream as they cheat with slore dreams Takin chips, divorce schemes leave em like Sam Rothsteine I'm 20 mentally goin on 86, by the time I'm 25 my mind had probably already died But physically I'll still be alive with a lot ta show for With enough drive ta drive the chauffeur Strong medicine knock my lights out as if the existence of Tom Edison wasn't ever definite Evidently I'd let em in, late night, sex begins with a lady and her crazy friends in a Mercedes Benz Attemptin ta push away from sins Findin good within ...But I struggle ta pull it They said ta catch the Holy Ghost, as if I was speed chasin with a Rolls Royce full of bullets Mountain of pain is what I leap off of Future brighter then the Asian girl you use ta cheat off of And though I like the shine and glare There's things I need ta get out while my time is here Can you you see it like I hear it ? Can you hear it like I see it ? Damn I wish I can lend you my eyes and ears