Drug Pains

Drug Pains

Stuck in a daze lost and confused

All words coming from a mind being abused

Abused by drugs and abused by Satan

I might be able to think straight if it weren’t for all the LSD I’ve taken

I’ve seen K-9 units rolling with whores

So when will it be time for someone to settle the scores

The scores of right and wrong, from innocent to guilty

Situations so deep I wonder if anyone can even feel me

From dusk to dawn, from day light to night

Sometimes I mistake a privilege for a right

So I’ll just keep my chin up and avoid the hype

And maybe start selecting girls more my type

I’m taking the steps to put my past behind

But I still wish to look deeper to see what I can find

So I sit and scribble the words I don’t want to hear

Not for all the pain, but more for all the fear

The fear of what might be there, or what may not

Or maybe the lack of battles I alone have fought