Oh my god! Have you seen my medicine? I need it to keep my head Upon these shoulders And keep the beast inside at bay There is love but I like f*ckin There are d**, if I am lucky And a mothers arm Extend like the track marks from your brothers arms
And they pour it out Into these bottles of addictions And roach's that form in the palm Of your little baby boy And you cover up the k**ings This is a battle with the bottle And I'm losing it