He started shotting for free
Bags of weed to feed habitual needs
He can't have what he wants
But he can get what he needs
So what's he need?
The feeling of peace
Coz the beef never ceased
In his house and now he's deep in the streets
But ain't a thug
He just wanna have fun and take drugs
Fuck going school
They don't understand us
But my brother man does
Now the blind lead the blind
Through the blind alleyways in their minds
And it was fine for a time
He had the time of his life
Getting high as a kite
And run the skiеs every night
Spent his days gеtting blazed
Still blagging his grades
And now his, mates are his family
Cos family, mates
That's insanity
Ain't shit changed
He stayed casual, deranged
Straight damage, his brain played happily
Chatting straight frath to his mates like
"It ain't damage me"
But pain, panic and hate's a strange tapestry
Embroidered with the poison tip, destroyed the kid
As soon as he was old enough to leave he just avoided it
Headed south to smash it on some "Universe my oyster" shit
Back at home he's just the little dick they're disappointed with
What would you choose?
Uni with some new crews
Boozing for his blue moods
And hid it well, so who knew?
He kept it too loose
Alphabetty soup juice
Could've wrote the manual
On how to get your screws loose
What a strange holiday
Got some coke, got some K
Let's get waste, what a waste
What's this prick know?
Could've been anything
Now he sits getting grim
Down at Disco
You know how this shit goes
Weekenders, three day benders
To walk weak, legless
The weeks are relentless
Adventures, head full of tension, dementia
Years of addiction, dependence, et cetera
Stress gonna get you down, he played that tranqed out clown
Painted a smile on his frown, it kept running
And nobody said nothing
But he could see it in their eyes, eyes tell no lies, and that's why
He's been avoiding his friends but ain't avoiding the poison
Poison was poised to destroy him
Your boy's been employed and devoid since his mum left but
What's the point getting upset? Just fill up the cup
To get gutters to adjust to less love and self destruct
You deserve it son, you ain't worth shit
If you were, would your mother have still blurted
Left you to burn in the furnace? Thought not
Middle fingers up to the lord god
Sniffing on a sure shot
White dust covers for the sore spot
Raw nerves dangling them's burned and mangled
How you managing mangled on tranq, trams and valium
Citalopram stress management, man-handle a mood
Washed down with a gallon of booze
Rock a tramped out swagger with the raggedy crew
Whole fam's like "Damn, what happened to you?"
What happened to who?
Truth be getting hard to recognize
Eyes are dull and dead inside, permanently ketamized
Red letter? Fed his debtors with pathetic lies
Pennywise, his main priority was getting high to get him by
Necking booze to get him pissed
Sniffing coke to get him high
Necking blues to get a kip
The derelicts are begging for help
Who's listening?
That's why he's riding his bike in the rain, whistling
"People are strange when you're a stranger
And faces look ugly when you're alone"
And even though he's rarely ever on his own
It's unlikely you'll find him with people who truly know him
So nobody really noticed him slip
One day at a yard with some kids he used to sit with and sniff
He stood up, said I'll be back in a bit
And I can still see the stains on the pavement where the Cadaver hit
Shit. Or maybe that's my guilt playing tricks, playing tricks
Coz I saw it and I didn't say shit
Next week is heartfelt eulogies, the usual
And everybody wants to play tunes at the funeral
Everyone agreed it was beautiful
But since I seen his need and didn't make any move at all
It didn't seem to me to be suitable
And out here it's just business as usual
