Fretful

I guess I’m still a little fretful,

I’m still a little forgetful,

High as fuck

From the right to the left full,

Junkies and thieves and whores,

In this trap house full of no doors,

Broken windows plywood boards,

Cockroaches, needles,

Orange caps, cover the floor,

It’s enough to break your heart,

All these people got dreams,

Some of them got talent,

A lot of them are smart,

Sucks to be a fiend,

Good to know that a lot of them succeed,

I’d like to see all my people freed,

The suffering here is so dense it sticks to you,

Makes your clothes smell like desperation and escapism,

The same way a cigarette do,

From the top to the bottom,

Peeling paint and exterior entrances,

The cops get called every week, every day,

The place isn’t picky not like it could be,

Don’t give a shit who you are as long as you pay,

That’s the American way,

People hiding in the cinder block holes they rent by the night,

Addicted and homeless is always a harder fight,

So they hustle everyday and make money in any way they can,

In bed with a strange man,

Stealing whatever they can,

From AC units to tools and even maybe something of yours,

If they work up the nerve,

At the end of the day, Looking up at the shitty popcorn paint

Texture ceiling

Wondering, if this is all there is they feel scared

Alone and stoned, ashamed,

But glad they ain’t in a bando,

He’s in a bad spot,

Doing drugs and drinking very excessively,

You know how dicey and dangerous that can get,

Not only in the act of consumption,

But with people you begin to associate wit,

The decisions you begin to make,

Well I don’t have to elaborate,

We all know,

Where that path takes us,

Letting people take advantage of the hole in our soul and fill it for a brief moment,

Even if we were to wake up and find something stolen,

At least I wasn’t alone man,

She knows one thing,

Destruction,

Too much of a particular substance,

Ever since he bought her something,

Saw her at a function,

Thought she was beautiful,

Wanted to tear her shit down,

Turn the most pretty smile this man ever seen into a frown,

Why she got stuck with a creep,

Man it allows me to peep,

All the dirt on this street,

It goes deep,

She tried to get sober and homey comes through,

Gets her a free relapse and there she reaps,

I hope my tracks never grow.

Man my face never glows.

Makes me never wanna call a girl a ho,

Makes me never want to be mean to a addict,

No one grew up wanting to not have shit,

And when I say nothing I mean it, I’ve been there, Done that,

Bought the t shirt man I’ve seen it,

I wish I never tied or toed the line,

I wish I never tied or toed the line.

I still remember sitting in that funeral home,

Kind of sick how we all shotgunned Boh’s outside in the lot,

As baby moms passed by distraught,

Any excuse to get fucked up,

Man I should just shut up.