[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Hydrochlorizide keeping me alive, twice daily with meals
Heart thump in chest, unintended side effect
Thirteen years worked a drug deal
Who knew the arrest would be cardiac
Ironically dance with lady death in my feels
Old vets on that reel to reel
Hand rolled cigarette be our last meal
Eyelids, heavy behind that steering wheel
Squealing tires, metal flip, Meshach and Abednego crawled out the fire
Let slip the dogs of war
We gave them a brief moment with their lord
The gallows’ shadow was darker than the
Tunnel of a double barrel mudgeon
The phone’s ringing, and it’s mad late
Right time to be in the wrong place
Pearly gates, twenty-one grams, losing weight
Killer cam, clear cutting in the wood of the damned
Friday night and they paging, emergency rooms patient
Minds racing, when it’s time comes the kid, front like he patient
Bleeding out his lung thinking about all the cash in the basement
Clutching straws in the darkness, up in the blind aiming Marxist
Weapons heartless, leading moving targets, bolt action marvelous
We all die regardless, just let his hand be swift and aimed sure
Come ‘round the way, I’ll show you the drug war
Brothers who drug whores, Nelson Rockefeller’s drug laws
You can’t beat that rap, broke his wings flap
Miseries and they call it the fucking trap
Hydrochlorizide keeping me alive, twice daily with meals
Heart thump in chest, unintended side effect
Thirteen years worked a drug deal
Who knew the arrest would be cardiac
Ironically dance with lady death in my feels
Old vets on that reel to reel
Hand rolled cigarette be our last meal
Eyelids, heavy behind that steering wheel
Squealing tires, metal flip, Meshach and Abednego crawled out the fire
Let slip the dogs of war
We gave them a brief moment with their lord
The gallows’ shadow was darker than the
Tunnel of a double barrel mudgeon
The phone’s ringing, and it’s mad late
Right time to be in the wrong place
Pearly gates, twenty-one grams, losing weight
Killer cam, clear cutting in the wood of the damned
Friday night and they paging, emergency rooms patient
Minds racing, when it’s time comes the kid, front like he patient
Bleeding out his lung thinking about all the cash in the basement
Clutching straws in the darkness, up in the blind aiming Marxist
Weapons heartless, leading moving targets, bolt action marvelous
We all die regardless, just let his hand be swift and aimed sure
Come ‘round the way, I’ll show you the drug war
Brothers who drug whores, Nelson Rockefeller’s drug laws
You can’t beat that rap, broke his wings flap
Miseries and they call it the fucking trap
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