Force fed, I'm such a knuckle head
I don't know what to say or think or where to go.
Not right the way I'm told to fight
I'm not your enemy, I'm just a common foe.
Let's get this story straight
and question what's the cause of all of this hate
and know the target isn't just my face.
What's the problem in your head?
Let's get it together,
and know you'll be more brain dead than ever
and together we can figure out how many OCs before your dead.
Life of the free,
up til' a year ago was only a breed
along with money, power, sex, drugs and greed
I don't get a second just to breath.
Fight like a champ,
I have no reasoning you can but you can't
and now your nose is bleeding.
Chemicals just kicked your ass, it wasn't me.
Complications, respiratory, perfuse bleeding now IVing,
pump his stomach, call his mother, grab an RX, take another,
happy hippy what's your problem?
Not addicted till you tryem' nervous yelling,
heart still trying, don't you bother, your still dying.
