Permission - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yo, I’m pissed off

I can’t fucking do anything without their permission man

I got no freedom?

Yo I’m pissed, I can’t even piss without permission slips

Please man, can I exist, I’m sick of this shit

Need a signature just to itch, or scratch an inch of skin

Like Key Assets own my ass and I’m their business kid

They monitor my breath rate, bedtime and breakfast

Next they text me asking, “Ollie did you stretch yet”

I’m stress fed, pressed thin, can’t express shit

Every move I make’s a damn checklist to check with

Man I’m trying to dye my hair red, rеclaim my name

They restrain my brain, and contain my flamе

Like I’m chained insane, I’m ashamed to say

I gotta wait for some fucking lame to explain it

Do I need permission?

It’s degrading, blatant, the way they fucking parade my pain

Like I’m eight again, gotta pray for the day to change

They delay every phrase, while I age in place

I’m enraged, displaced, fucking

Do I need permission?

Do I need permission just to sharpen the blade of my words?

Or carve my name in the page ‘till the paper burns?

They say “calm down,” but my patience turns

To a blaze, and I laugh while the anger churns

I’m deranged with a grin, in a cage I’ve been

Tryna gauge my sins, while they play pretend

Every stage I’m in, they invade my skin

This is the reason, I became Rage again

Do I need permission just to think too loud

Just to blink too proud, just to scream this sound

I’m a freak in the system that they keep tied down

(Rage Reloaded)

They want submission, I’m switching positions, splitting decisions

Kicking the limits, they set restrictions, bitch, I’m ballistic

It is sadistic, I’m mad and equipped with manic logistics

I am a hazard, I’m rabid, I’ll drag them back to the district

Do I need permission to bleed these pages explicit