They Got Me On Medication - Jayo Felony

Woke up on the m-i-double s-i-o-n

Get the Mack 10, no fuckin time to grin

Drugged out, bugged out, another sucker dies

Blood is holy water, who wanna get baptized?

South East has got me hot, I’m lettin hurt off

So now I’m doin a fuckin jack with my shirt off

They drew down, I threw down my gun, boss

But yo loc, guard your grill as I threw the right cross

The ride along hit me on my back for starters

Tryin to break me down while I’m chokin his partner

I’m loc’in up, puttin busters to rest

Fuck the county, I’m goin to the coockoo’s nest

It’s hard to breathe, they got the Loc hog tied

Like a look on my face like my muthafuckin dog died

Now I’m fallin deep into meditation

In a rubberroom — they got me on medication

Thorazine

Shootin niggas in the stomach with my Glock, pop, pop

Medication

Thorazine

Shootin niggas in the stomach with my Glock, pop, pop…

Somebody help me before another body’s found

The Thorazine they prescribed doesn’t calm me down

I fiend for the fuckin sound of the paramedics

I’m shootin up more needles than a sugar diabetic

I don’t wanna go to sleep because I’m sufferin delusions

Hallucination, paranoia, and confusions

Why the fuck do I drive around in a hearse?

But the symtoms start showin way back at this child’s birth

Then at the age of 6 this fool tried to play me soft

He took my toy and I cut his little sister’s fingers off

My mama whupped my ass cause she knew I was tweakin

Cause I dropped to my knees and said, «Thanks for the beatin»

Is it flashbacks from the loop?

Because I’m peelin busta niggas' caps as if it was a fruit

The Loc is on his own and my mind is racin

200 miles a fuckin hour, they got me on medication

Thorazine

Shootin niggas in the stomach with my Glock, pop, pop

Medication

Thorazine

Shootin niggas in the stomach with my Glock, pop, pop…

Me need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you

You need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you

You need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you

You need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you

Yo loc, I think they all tryin to do me

I read the Bible, words jump out and then God explained em to me

I can’t be controlled when I’m mad

And then my good side picks a fuckin argument with the bad

The bad throws a blow without a doubt

And now I’m laid out on the ground because I just knocked myself out

I jack my own homies if I need a buck

On the ground, get down muthafucka, give it up

Why God, am I trippin on a mission?

Don’t need to be in society in this condition

The drugs keep fuckin with my brain

And now I got more enemies than Sadam Hussein

At first it was just a part of my music

Now I’m fiendin for my mind because I didn’t mean to lose it

From this bullshit world I need a vacation

Somebody get me out of here, dog, they got me on medication

Thorazine

Shootin niggas in the stomach with my Glock, pop, pop

Medication

Thorazine

Shootin niggas in the stomach with my Glock, pop, pop…

Me need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you

You need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you

You need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you

You need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you