Crack Head
So many ideas rest in my head
kinda like the dreams who die in my bed
figurative bullets fill me full of lead
figurative money what I call bread
without it, I...
would probably fall dead
sometimes I tell people I live in a shed
In winter...
got some screws loose in my sled
credit is “cred,” suits are the FEDS
I'm on my meds
maybe I’m on me rather instead
the words I have said the blood I have bled
oh yeah my meds, I’m on my meds
I deserve cred, I deserve bread
paranoid in my shed scared of the FEDS
scared that I’m dead and bullets with lead
I bleed my own blood, scared to be bled
i'm on my meds can't you hear what I said?
On a hill all alone in the snow with my sled
So many ideas rest in my head
many come from the books I have read
maybe my meds is the pen in my head?
Maybe that' just the way I was bred
maybe I’ve just bled inside of my head
maybe give my meds some of the cred?
I am a leader, I can lead, I have led
Its seasonal, unbeatable but reasonable DREAD
I hope you have listened to the words you just read.
Because I can promise you...I’m off my meds.
Copyright © Matt Godek | Year Posted 2014
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