No More Excuses
No More Excuses
When the sun goes down
you see them.
Shadows of people who
once had a care.
From city to town,
It feeds them.
The darkness surrounds,
It raises the hair
On my arms, I carry a body.
Unconscious from too
many shots of their poison.
The harm from a toxic lottery.
The destructive paths that are
ignorantly chosen.
Arose from their slumber, they
rumble about as they grumble
and shout from their makeshift
coffins.
I suppose as I wonder, why they
sell themselves out, as their fear
and their doubt, leads to death
too often.
Running from pain, like a
run away train.
Write a prescription for
more amphetamine.
Another prediction,
more death from cocaine.
The poppy fields in China,
are in need of more rain.
I'm watching this dame,
freaking out in the rain.
Screaming and crying,
trying to scrub out the stain.
Insane from the fast lane.
Tweaking out your brain.
Scheming and trying,
buying into the game.
They must be confused
because drugs are for losers.
Short circuiting fuses,
Thug life is for users.
This pattern of abuse is
internal combustion.
No More Excuses!
No More Corruption.
When their high comes down,
you see them.
Hollow and frail, pockets
empty and bare.
From frown to frown,
We pity them.
Resentment abounds,
it cuts off the air
to the lungs, they hold their hit.
Nauseous from blood spilt
and the smoke from their gun.
The rungs of their ladders have
split. The weight of their addiction
is that of a ton.
So close, the key and tumbler.
The blunder, no doubt is the
going without of the things
that we count as true profit.
It shows in the umber as they
bleed themselves out, A
spiritual drought leads to
those that cash out with all
of our names on the docket.
You're all deranged if you
think it'll change.
They killed the rendition of
'Home On The Range'.
Another subscription to
Life hooked on heroin.
Playing Russian Roulette
with Dr. Kevorkian.
I'm watching this man,
do all that he can.
He can't even stand, blood
dripping from his hands.
Then up pulls a van,
and a sudden, blam - blam.
The sand turned from tan,
as the color left that man.
So many amused by the
losses of others.
They must be confused, that
is the life of your brother.
This pattern of abuse, we
must refuse the seduction.
No more excuses!
No More Corruption!