My weed and hash got laced with acid,
I walked around like I was made of plastic,
I thought I was a robot,
too tough,
to touch,
gave a hug to a crack addict,
got the unfiltered end of a cigarette,
I walked around to the end of destruction,
wanted to hand in a penny to the gas station,
it said 66.5 when I walked on by,
was going to tell them to deposit a cent to owe back,
as a verbal attack,
for standing so close to the 666,
It was a hit and miss,
my mission started in a park,
and recreation center,
in a square block against the wind,
I was drinking beers,
and then I smoked some weed with a friend,
and it was laced from a party,
and my whole head was off the hook,
my thoughts got stolen by a crook,
I ended up in the ghetto,
looking at people on crack,
and feeling bad because they be missing teeth,
I was following anybody,
cause I had no body,
but a phone book,
I made a collect call,
and I said I was guilty of the charges,
I spoke out loud to the art of the streets,
and spoke in beats,
as I clung onto the grip of the message,
like I was on a mission,
and I asked the cops to help me,
and they started messing,
pulled out a gun on me,
and tried to shoot me,
when I was lost and couldn't think shit,
I was in the rundown parts of the mind of Jesus,
listening to anybody that had a concern of mind disease,
the evils of false leadership controlling the seasons,
I ended up bleeding,
and meeting,
the west side,
and the east side,
I stopped dead with santa on my back,
while a guy called me on with a gun because he was black,
and in a truck,
I was scared to fuck,
as he directed me,
there was a mattress,
set up to catch me,
when he held out his .45,
I'm so lucky to be alive,
I saw the heart on the wall that made me jump,
I saw the end coming with the cops and it skipped a thump,
but I ran to the love of the people,
and confronted the light and became good and evil,
I came as an anti christ,
challenging authority,
my hair half black half yellow,
spent 3 days on the streets wishing for a pillow,
walking around while everything was blowing my mind,
I took cover till seven in a coffee shop,
took the stairway to heaven to the other side of the tracks,
nobody wanted to give me 50 cents,
called my mother to come get me,
I was scared to death of having no key,
and no clue,
and no house to go to,
I was tripping on my own and trying to make a meaning,
when I took a little leaning,
to viktor roy,
and smoked his cigarettes,
then I took a few more hits,
and got peter jackson red,
and some guy said,
and read,
me,
and said I looked like some guy he knew,
just I saw things differently,
I ended up sleeping in a coffee shop,
where I happened to drop,
or should I say I coughed a fee,
for a drink of caffeine,
even though there was a shop that said,
Free time,
I coughed a fee to keep me in line,
when I got to the otherside,
I got on the subway,
and made my way,
half naked down yonge street,
after chilling in a howard johnson,
I took off all my clothes then son,
I rubbed lotion,
and spray from the ocean,
all over my body,
and regained feeling in my feet quickly,
which relieved the burn,
and made me yearn.
for somebody to suck my dick,
after I stood naked in a mirror,
telling a mirror to suck it,
I was found completely open,
by a security guard,
who took sympathy,
I told him I wanted to beat him,
but he said man,
don't do it to him,
and he took me outside,
and I couldn't find my way,
I was without shoes,
but I had my pants back,
wearing a shirt with a mushroom,
walking around a grocery store,
trying to steal pomegranate juice,
and pizzas,
and poptarts that were red and blue,
and this lady approached me with attitude,
and spilt my juice on the floor and kicked me out the door,
and I was in the streets,
and I didn't have an answer,
I kept hauling back on sticks of cancer,
and I ended up seeing a man that looked like my best friend,
who gave me a metro ticket,
and would you believe it,
I was so fucked up,
I was in a Pakistani restaurant,
eating free curry,
watching some tv,
with some wicked music channel,
in a different language,
and I got to keep his shoes,
and I stocked some shelfs in a store that was messy,
for no reason,
I just wanted to create perfection,
cause I was on acid,
and I gave up my unicorns,
and I was naked in a hotel again,
which was strange because it was the same mistake again,
cept this time I was naked on a toilet,
and trying to slide out the door,
but I hit it,
and was found by the manager,
and tooken out to the main floor,
where the cops bent me over,
without any pants on,
and told me they were going to play red rover,
and I ended up in the drunk tank,
screaming for my love,
and then I got released with charges,
and now I don't think I'm going to be doing drugs,
for a while,
that shit was whack,
don't do anything but sit and watch tv kids.
I'm telling you it's not worth it
Get a job at a store and stick to it,
and when your in school,
spin through it,
or you'll end up like me,
and never taste victory,
except trying to steal a TTC bus,
and getting busted after just being out,
and getting sent home,
to live with the lights out,
DON"T DO DRUGS!
STAY AT HOME,
AND PLAN A NICE DINNER FOR YOUR FAMILY.
Radio out.
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