He thinks hes a straight up gangster
Being in jail for eight months long
With no life outside of this world of his
Thinking what you do is natural,not wrong.
Carrying your lousy drugs with you
Just to make money, to get by
Supporting manys lonely habits
Your just their dealer, not their best ally.
Did I forget to mention that thats not it
Your messed up on something most of the time
Whether it's smoking, snorting or shooting
In the late after hours or the daytime.
You don't care about your life now
You even said you only fear the lord above
Maybe that's why you think your the boss
But darling you won't ever find love.
Your supporting people that are sad
That are sad and giving up just like you
You can't get through a day without a high
I hope somebody will come to your rescue.
Why do you even bother to wake up
When your just going to do the same things again
Smoke it toke it huff it puff puff and pass it
Taking you to your slowly killing zen.
How about you do yourself a favor
And put down the bowl
Throw out your bags and your viles
It's time for you to switch your role.