angel dust animal tranq animal tranquilizer aurora borealis belladonna black dust black whack boat butt naked fake cannabinol cigarrod cj cliffhanger colombo cosmos crazy coke crystal crystal t cyclene cyclones detroit pink devil dust dippa donk drank dummy dust elephant elephant tranquilizer embalmig fluid energizer earth flakes fresh fry sticks fuel gold dust gorilla tab i m going there to give him cash hear him laugh bring him back if i can t tear down these walls i ll slip him through the crack if that crack ain t big enough i m sick enough to get committed where he s been i ain t been allowed to visit and i miss him they put me in a submission hold got him living in a hole give me the rope pull it back cut him slack he s getting old this cold does nothing for his bones he s shaking always put on hold that prison phone s always taken they put me on a speaker but my voice is breaking up i d like to think he caught bits and pieces before the gates got shut raise it up somebody cover me i m going in with razor cuts and something ugly that i know within can t afford the luxury of exposing everything but i ve been doing the best that i can i take it day by day just one step at a time and i don t need a sobriety test to walk the line walking on this tightrope with arms open wide hoping to find you live and well on the other side so i could give you this gift as a symbol when i felt the rope loosen i knew i missed my window he really did love you you know pat pat i said get your fucking hand off my back this is my passage into adulthood and i need not smalltalk fingers fishing from a weak spot i used to dream a lot in search of meaning in a sleepwalk the only time i find myself having a deep talk and now i never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of debt one can never rest depending on how up the drugs get upset submit me to a blood test find no trace of my words reverting back to wait that wasn t what i meant my right eye is sunrise the left is sunset the moonshine ain t got me drunk yet my tongue s wet for the lunar eclipse and when you re flat broke ain t nothing you won t do for a fix it s a beautiful mix of jesus juice on my lips and words that are stuck so i stirred em up with a crucifix and this is where i found a friend in christ but i also found a few spikes and i decided to use them as pegs on my bike so you d have a place to stand when i broke you out of that vice and now i m going back to rehab i m going back to rehab i m going back to rehab i m going back to rehab i m going back as a dead again christian with a medicine prescription yeah i m a friend of bill let let let me in get me outta this hooked up to plugs and wires while the dogs sniff for a powdered substance in a town of judgments with glass house developments cookie cutter republican school book intelligence they ain t never considered how just one rock could crack the whole facade now they confiscate slingshots i will not meditate on the sermon heaven s gate is burnin so we self medicate with bourbon while their collection plate gets turned into a purse i ve turned into a second rate person but i m not the first this isn t your typical cry for help i tried to melt but someone stopped the trickling with a bible belt reminded me of tourniquets and heroin nods now that that right there that s one hell of a god you can t match magic with an addict that s got a mapping compass in order to find a substance and matchstick that functions a searching and fearless immoral inventory til every person with a story begins to bore me i did what i had to do to get to the place where your face wasn t such a blurry mess i packed all your favorite promises and words that we kept you weren t hard to find all it took was 13 steps and now i m going back to rehab i m going back to rehab i m going back to rehab i m going back to rehab i don t drink though i m going there to give him cash hear him laugh bring him back if i can t tear down these walls i ll slip him through the crack if that crack ain t big enough i m sick enough to get committed where he s been i ain t been allowed to visit and i miss him put me in a submission hold got him living in a hole give me the rope pull it back cut him slack he s getting old this bitter cold does nothing for his brittle bones he s shaking eternally put on hold that prison phone s always taken put me on a speaker but my voice is breaking up i d like to think he caught bits and pieces before the gates got shut raise it up somebody cover me i m going in with razor cuts and something ugly that i know within can t afford the luxury of exposing everything but i ve been doing the best that i can i take it day by day just one step at a time and i don t need a sobriety test to walk the line3