He has a ton of lowkey gems and I'm not sure anyone writes mental health gangsta raps better than him.
Like in the Diary of a Madman song, I always imagined it as him making three separate entries in a diary, each showing him progressively deeper in mental health decline
The first verse/entry he is still salvageable, voicing his issues out loud but having no one willing or capable of hearing him or helping him....and it leads to him turning to his diary to express his negative emotions on paper.
Dear Diary, I'm having a little problem
I can't make it by myself maybe you can help me solve 'em
I'm confused and I don't know what to do
I'm hoping you can help me 'cause there's no one else to talk to
I want to die, but it ain't for me
I try to talk to my dad, but my old man ignores me
But it reveals a ton of issues he's battling, insomnia, depression, suicide, paranoia, substance abuse, existentialism.
The second verse/entry finds him writing in his book again but now he's progressed from being depressed with no one to talk to, to using violence to make his way through the world and becoming numb to it. First verse he might have been saved by having someone to talk to, he might have been able to find a path forward, but by this point in his life he has lost his identity as troubled civilian and is now a numbed killer.
Dear diary, today I hit a nikka with the torch
Shot him in his face and watched him die on his front porch
Left his family heartbroken
Flashbacks of him laying there bleeding with his eyes open
I can't put the shyt behind me
I'm know I'm here somewhere, but I can't find me
And the final verse/entry is written completely in metaphor. It's shorter and doesn't have a set time or place because he has succumb completely to his mental illness, and is now "crazy."
Dear diary, help me 'cause I'm frantic
Sometimes I think I'm going schizophrenic
The world's looking dark for instance
Maybe 'cause I'm looking from a distance
But then again I wear a blindfold
Staring at the motherfukking world with my eyes closed
To myself, I'm a stranger
Walking in the footsteps of danger
It's a long path ahead of me
I gotta get somewhere 'cause everybody here is scared of me
And the final line reveals that he's not even writing this entry down on paper, the diary is now just the fragmented thoughts in his head.
My wife walked off, now I'm living in my diary
It's not even a song I hear brought up often but it's just brilliant storytelling.