Oh my god!

Have you seen my medicine?

I need it to keep my head

upon these shoulders

and keep the beast inside at bay



There is love but i like fuckin

there are drugs, if i am lucky



And a mothers arm

extend like the track marks from your brothers arms

and they pour it out

into these bottles of addictions

and roach's that form in the palm

of your little baby boy



and you cover up the killings



This is a battle with the bottle

and i'm losing it