This is a song about "Condition"

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Being blind isn't a condition, it's a decision,

I'm in a condition of intuitions were life's made up of illusions,

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Make success your mission, regardless of your condition

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I'm in condition of confusion where's life's stopped in future,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

About your condition,

Lies, tangled with fiction