Are you taking your meds?
Are you right in the head?
Are you doing ok?
Am I behind on pills today?
You seem manic
More like you can’t stand it
You’re more volatile
I’m hotter than I’ve been in awhile
Processing at lightning speed
You assume you know
What I need
You don’t take the time to
Get the read
of the fields
We seed
Can’t listen to what I need
Nothing agreed
I’m good ya can’t fix me
I was born this way
No matter what pills they throw my way
My mind and nature is here to stay
Forever we’ll pay
To try
And make this madness
Go away
Cease the day
Limited by the prison
Structured confines
Of our minds
Reinforced by iron grime
Well labeled and defined
Make sure you stay in line
Well refined like a dime
DSM Nickel groups us and binds
Processed on a factory line
You get your own room
To rest your mind
Psychobabble conveyor belt
Pretentious compassion
Of course you get a large ration
Clouded by insurance billing codes
Raining on the parade of maladjustment
Categorized dogma
Barks in a world of meows
That is gonna cost ya
You’re not functioning well
In this society of genociders
We know what works for you
We have seen it all the time
Your tangential tachylalia non sequiturs have us confused
We think you may as well sing the blues
What a hue to choose for someone like me
I’ve been making raps and rhymes and guess what
You don’t function just like me
Oh golly how could it be my sinister mind
Has been around since the dawn of time
Clanging and what other words can you place to describe my pathological states
Schizophrenia Bipolar
we can’t seem to treat them they’ve been around long before dust perhaps we mite evolve
To realize that we weren’t sick all along
Apartheid on the screen and strife inside us
Whose responsibility is it to give voice to the voiceless
Inequitable spaces to raise your voice along
Speak too loud in a crowd and Dr Seuss might
Hold you down
Today we have the boys in that hue
Back then they put konichiwa in camps too
Did I mention we do individualized treatment plans
We work directly to treat you man
Multidisciplinary team we cover all the bases
Who’s on first
We know you love games
Puzzles and fun things to truly treat your pain
Excuse me your doctor would like to see you
Have a seat we have to treat the disorder
Tell your story you’ve said before we want to hear you more more more
We listen with open ears
Convinced of your homogeneity
Your illness is a deviance
From the normal way to be
You have an illness that we will treat
It’s much smaller than a morsel of meat
And we don’t know if it smells like feet
However your malodorous clothing wreaks
The lack of homeostasis is evident in
Your inability to wash your sheets
We hope to treat a chronic disease
appease us we don’t know if it’s in you
It’s this deal or bust
Your story matches our book
We will use all we got
There’s no true way to tell if you got it or not
Throw noodles at the wall like spaghetti
Neurogenesis exists thank god we have that fix
Mortar mortar mortar, doctors pen strikes the stone
They etch what’s gonna treat your illness
Hoping it will bring you material excess
I’m tired of playing around
No more recess
Cantankerous
Thank god I brought my handkerchief
Tears rolling feeling strife
Of conflict around the world
That’s ripe like blood oranges
Being told they have a chronic disease
For choosing they don’t want to be
Around round up seed
I don’t mess around with mead
All this corporate greed tryna control my needs
Treating the biochemical condition
That cant even be seen
We’ve got a science
Making sure you’re compliant
Heaven forbid you’re defiant
Argumentative, uncooperative
You’re probably disordered
Get your pills from the doc
They will call in your order
Don’t take em
Steer you to the hospital
Your boys in crisis he’s
Speaking like he’s from ISIS
Psych
time for an eval
Waiting for a doctor
When you’re ready to leave
Didn’t heed the warnings
Pharma sucks your seed
You think it’s what you need
Perhaps it’s not mine
Imma secede
Coping with All this greed
Was hoping to do a good deed
Mitzvah mitasfiya
Salaam alaykum
Shalom alechem
So close we need
Division to succeed
What a waste of time
You crossed the line
Impossible to leave
Without being jabbed in
The behind
That hadn’t even crossed my mind
How paradoxical when my work crime
Was trauma informed care
Hold me for some time
Fill me with pills
Haven’t tried before
Ammonia toxicity
Must be an allergy
Not the poison
Prescribed to me
Maladjusted misaligned
Police the thoughts or
You’ll do time
Ain’t that a crime?
Just for speaking your mind
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What we deal with when we are living in the world of pathologizing states of being.
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