Death will stare me right in the face

And all I will do is laugh with myself

While I sleep



The narcotics and the pesticides flow right through me

They poison me on the inside and out still doing no good for me



Friends made for the trend butchering them is not the only way to make it end



Watching the blade or the so-called knife take over your life

Trusting it as it digs into me

And watch it take a turn for the worst



Loving friendships are what keep me going although 

It feels like the worlds against me and I am hated not for what I am

But for what my mind my body and my spirit as it guides me



The narcotics and the pesticides flow right through me

They poison me on the inside and out still doing no good for me