This is a song about "Dark days"

I talk to myself in the dark

A working genius, a work of art

Two for ten, after dark

February cold as my heart

Got me rushed to the station

Black skin dark skin...fuck segregation

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Bruce wayne i'm the dark knight on a dark night, grasping,

They say friends are few when days are dark,

Like a small garage in your backyard

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

I've met depression on numerous days

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Dank dark as catacombs under rome.

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone