Empty bags piled in a corner she’s asking again, why Mary Jane my friend
Mental disruptions barely able to function health care a joke, Zoloft helps but I also require smoke
For a few moments I’m higher than complaining, being defective doesn’t restrict, detaining
Regardless of logic-concrete, breathing day to day to me doesn’t complete circuits
Therapy costs limbs while half eight bags in a kiddie budget swims
Also lyrics pour out of me and for a time I feel closer, win.
Whenever I am having problems, my friend
I can refer to the reefer, and live
Because sometimes I’m so defeated, up I give
Obviously this isn’t a long term solution, plus poor people get put in detention, detaining institutions
My medication another bandaid but sanctioned, a business with cracks swallowing patients, freedom but a plant plants faces on pavement
Meanwhile liquor after work every day, beer and cocaine after two shifts reasoning gotta stay awake, coffee eyes never get a break
What happened, why does everyone’s hands shake
Creatively blues exposing life’s zeros, ones too.