Brookie Don’t Die No Time To Grieve Rehab

[Brooks]
I lost it all, my brain, life, my balls for y'all
No more phone calls
I walk along the long halls, the long calls
The alcohol stalls the shows
The strip-malls, the hoes, the strippers and spit balls
And pit falls I done fell through
I went to hell for you
Probably end up in Bellevue or jail for you
That'll be two for two, headed for I.C.U
But

[Brooks Hook]
I laugh when I cry knowin' love is a lie
I pray to the sky hopin' Brookie don't die
From the drugs and the hoes and the crack in the floors
The tears and the flows and the blood in the nose
In the land of the body blows anything goes
If Brookie don't cry then Brookie don't grow
Am I high? am I low? guess I really don't know
So save me

[Brooks]
I bang my head again, woke up dead again
Off my medicine, ripped my cardigan
Made my bed of sin, played my card again, took my slaughterin'
Wrote it off and took one more daughter in
God don't like me but He love me
And strikes and kills anyone that shoves me
You're best to backtrack
Feel the backdraft when I write rough drafts