When I was born addicted to smack
Thank God there was no such thing as crack
No child was as confused as me
Fed me in the womb with L.S.D
I survived twas my destiny to
Open my eyes and look right at you
Seeing stars, seeing colours, i’m blind
Drawn to sounds of the guitar, I find
My Daddy drunk, playing that guitar
He drank at home and not at the bar
He liked his gear, so he had to hide
He smoked it in doors until he died
So long ago, he’s a lost soul now
Find my Daddy, no I don’t know how
I’ve been to the sky, I’ve been to the sun
Paralysed heart, I let my mind run
I’m like my mama, dead in my bed
She’s alright when she’s right off her head
At night we raise spirits from the dead
Listen to what dead people have said
Talk to my brother, dream his reply
My sister, I didn’t want to die
There are toxic fumes inside my lungs
I’m happy with the feeling they’ve brung
Drugs won’t kill me, but life might yet
Not if what I want I always get
Where am I if I’m not getting high
Just another suicide, goodbye cruel world, goodbye
This drug culture, I’m the work of it
This drug culture, it’s a fucking hit
I am not a silent poet 