Excuse me, Excuse me, Can you let me out of here?

I dream, a man's dream. A Mike Lyles dream. Uninhibited by rules and ways of life. Free from the self proclaimed and obtained boundries of invisible things. For in my realities I suffer terribly, hoping to rejoin the ranks of contractions without apostrophes. Back to the moon lite skies of midday and sunlite nights of passionate twilight. Oh how I dream of women bred to be themselves to think and feel like nothing else matters but internal bliss, where the shit we do benefits all and doesnt impede on how you feel about you. My soul bleeds as little me scratches to be uncaged, to reign amongst the fleas that bastardize everything that never made much sense to me. Too many people say I must be mentally unbalanced, for the processes of my mental are obscene and obscured. I feel then I dont, i hope then I cant, I desire then I aim higher. A vicious cycle that leaves ache in hearts place, but I refuse to displace my yellowed face behind the hinges of a confined space. I yearn for the oppurtunities of life, to not be contained by the fallacies of imagined sanity. Fuckk tears save them for crocodiles, FREE MIKE LYLES!!!!!!!!

-Yung Urban