I talk to myself sometimes
in the valley of decision
Let it ride
Or stay focused on the mission?
I need to listen,
Need to pray and study lessons
Everyone's got issues
What's the point of my confessions?
Never stressing 
I just keep it all inside
Until it formulates the rhyme
And I talk to myself sometimes...

Sometimes about the Self,
Sometimes it's someone else,
Sometimes for lack of wealth
There's a lack of mental health
Melted hearts are easy broken,
Crying eyes are puffy swollen;
Dreams deferred are really nightmares,
So she cries when she's awoken
See, the Chosen are a few
The Chosen are the who?
The Chosen are the ones who don't know self
Or what to do
So we do what we've gotta;
So the blocks getting hotter
And it's all about the chips
Like Eric Estrada
Not a day goes by 
Without improvement on the mind
So I strive to stay alive 
And talk to Self sometimes...