father fiend

and you tell me ya aint got much left
save for the short end of a dime bag
and by the way you're scratching at it
I can tell you're fiendin for it just as badly as I am
but hey
ya know what?
the reasons why we're both so intensely eying that small bag
I know ain't the same
cuz I know it's the crack that's gotten the best of you
and you just want something to slow it down
maybe this time let ya feel the pain
cuz yea it may hurt
but at least that's something...

and lucky for me
I'm just a 23 year old
trippin' on LSD
in a city full of humans
right now unknowingly
wearing their souls on their sleeves
so much ugliness sometimes
i cant believe that, that,
that aint me.
its just lucky for me
my people have nicknamed me Lucky
Blessed be mother fuckers
heh...yea
please believe blessed be.