You think I don’t see those track marks from crank,
I can’t see that your hungry eyes have sank?
Keep trying to hide behind excuses and lies
and it’ll show you why you’re twisted up and broken inside;
You want to shoot it up your veins?
Some Mexican mud inside your blood
gonna help you kill that pain?
you put a demon in your body
to murder your family while you watch,
so now sit back on the couch and relax
to that smackety smack smack
with your eyes rolled back
and hot vomit on your shirt
Thinking you’re less than dirt,
so what’s a little more gonna hurt?
5 bucks for a bump of that dirty brown,
A little bit of white right from Chinatown?
It’s not too late to flush that tar
and even though it’ll leave a scar,
that’s better than another dead kid in her car
You can do it and I love you,
don’t give up.