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