to be cleaned up and blended w/ beat samples

Used to carry this card in my wallet
So if I was chatting with choirs of angels
'twould tell what I had, and what it would take to tear them away from me.
You've gotta think, 'man, that's the easy way to live'
Cause right next to that's the plastic saying 'someone's got to give'.
I hate to break it to you, folks, but if I was willing to waste another moment
Of your obviously valuable time,
Any one of us 'pill heads' with this in our wallets could tell you,
We've got ten sad stories to your every snarky line.
While you climbed the ladder corporate, facing glass delusions at every turn
We'd be in a field naked, slaying orchids,
Afraid these sirens we hear will mean the wires this time.
So the next time your face turns to anguish, your tax dollars fueling your gall,
Remember we've seen fear, rage, and languished
In shit where you're looking three feet tall.

Most people here
Would say my drugs are bad.
Might even jest it may be time
To reup the dose.
All I have to share with y'all is:
If you aint found a thing in this world
So hard to relate it makes your soul spin
You'll beg and plead, and pay out the ear
For a little round Self-preserver;
You aint found a thing like that?
You aint looking hard enough.

It's easy for the puppets to say
Drugs destroyed the minds of our generation
But before you go running for pulpits
Your demons aint weed, eX, yay, or the dragon
For those, it was you, in your teens, who were culprits
Finding your cure for concern in your parents the heroes' old station wagon.
Your speed, your weed, you're Leery
You bred a deep hole for Jung, Yippie Noonian Sung
Soon came MDMA, making everyone gay
Straight through coke, '80s dough, then McVeigh
Kazinski slang code, strang nodes, lost hope
Bought Guttenburg blocks, did dope, and coped
Writing down lessons ignored about people inured
Dialing cell phones all day, never having but one word to say.

The Federal Government has written executive legislation
Banning the distribution of drugs deemed 'functionally identical'
To existing dea scheduled narcotics. Arguing that chemical obfuscation
Was no excuse for conscientiously objecting
To an ugly death in America's war on drugs.
But way back when, corporate pill shills
Made fortunes making these same analogous toxins
To keep us from fearing the Jetsons.
The dentist's shot hits your jaw in exactly the way
You'd have felt from a whiff of the Yay, so
Send dear Dr. Sadist to jail,
But please lay off my freakin' TIKAL.


Most people here
Would say my drugs are bad.
Might even jest it may be time
To reup the dose.
All I have to share with y'all is:
If you aint found a thing in this world
So hard to relate it makes your soul spin
You'll beg and plead, and pay out the ear
For a little round Self-preserver;
You aint found a thing like that?
You aint looking hard enough.