Hospital

Tossed in with no straight jacket

No padded rooms just a entry packet

No entrance and no exit

But I'm cooling cause of no weapons

Of mass destruction to self

Hardly thought of hurting myself

Compared to ya'll I had good health

I don't deserve expensive help

I'm just a sin of God, the paint of devil arts

With many human parts, a pen and paper starts

To write by itself like a Ouija board

Dj in my head as if there was no cord