BEAT DA GONG

we made it this far, didn’t we?

the trauma factory still runs

operating at full capacity

dress well i guess

die young i guess

fashion kills in a good way

spoils of war

why does the War on Drugs exist

standing on the corner

waiting in the midst of misty fog

i’m jus waiting for the come up

in the trap house with nothing

$100 & a dream

life has all but ended for me

smoke… smoke… smoke…

there is nothing for me here

we are rotten to the core

and there’s beauty to that

dead boy walking all haphazardly

looking for the next thing to hit up

cute girl hardly strikes his imagination

he needs a hit of something… anything

i need a new hoodie to die in

a new place to drown in

you really think i care about anything?

all i need is music & God & family

they got me covered

find a hole in the wall to bump

decrepit little loneliness of life

the musings of an old man

i promise you, a coffee cures the head

new pair of shoes to impress her

flirt with death, she flirts back

i’m otw… coming up

aren’t we all jus in a never ending line

at some stupid little convenience store?

what do you need?

some tobacco & a new lease on life

we got the tobacco

comes out to your life’s savings

i hope you’re okay all in on the bag

i’m okay with next to nothing

find me living it up in a ghost land

field of dreams, lake of stars

recession hits & the drugs do too

take me to the moon with you

take me to the moon