Hatred

So much hatred, which floods the mind… While sitting, thinking, praying for a love of some kind. So weed and liquor takes these thoughts off my mind sometimes… So does sitting down and writing a few rhymes. Some ask, “What’s an addiction?” Maybe pills without a prescription. Depending on your drug of choice… Chances are you will end up with no voice. Too cold to talk…too dead to walk. Face so pale, and slowly it turns white as chalk. After so many hits…the mind will melt. After you’ll need the doctor’s help. Yes, just take one of these, two of these, three of these, And soon you won’t feel the hatred any more. Might not feel like a whore no more... If you just take four more. Now you know what an addiction is! It’s the money, which allows some rich man’s champagne to fizz. So much hatred which floods the mind… While sitting, thinking, praying for a love of some kind.