Hooked for good in a bad neighborhood and life is good. I wake up everyday cuase i can't sleep with out the dope my home is an alley way I got a bottle full of hope and who is keeping me out of the gutter myh kin my sisters brothers dragging me out on a stage just sliding a fistful of ragfe to release feelings of angest misplaced my shaking fingers squeeze on cords and my rotten teeth spit out words you're all addicts too but none of you are as true you got your wounds and pain and a stick to bite duct taping your boots on so you don't wake up in a fight if there ain't a kind soul to feed you you can catch a squirl in the park you don't need a skillet or an electric store just a trash can and a spark
When the entrie station and structure comes crumbling down and you're put together like a puzzle with peices you have found when the only way to breath is to inhale and drown when everything you despise is tying you down you can't standthe stench of suckers that flock into towns. No one is surviving just tearing life down so i'm turing what discust us into deautiful sounds. Rubbing my sore aching neck of an old guitar staring at the stars trying to keep my focus away from these social scares.