2021.02.24.
Dr Feel Killah
I ain't got no spit in the mic for many a weekAll ends up in my book of rhymes
Doctah pill feel killah
From night to night I wonder
how to get some shut-eye without dying
angst lays thick in the air, morning cup of joe is too black as well
I reckon it expresses my inner pain
Got sidetracked to climb the moonshine mountain, after two beers it's go time
I assume I'm just giving myself the hair of the dog that bit me
just like an alcoholic geezer, the tracks of the memory lane go in a vicious circle of witchcraft
I declare I don't wanna live no more
homeboys are like what in the crack is the craic
gonna get a bottle from the government and take off its edge with mixers
Maybe one day my conscience awakens
Dem yellow bellies ain't dem players
But do I really gotta go every day sleep
deprived. A piano lorried onto my spinal back bone, is that how much I owe to life?
I give boot to depression and regret, I give momma a happy lil' text, fork over twenty yours humblest please
in debt, unpaid bills, you can always trust the trusty slickers of loan sharks
Unwordly craving to grapple down good o'le uncle Barleycorn, what's to be afraid anymore?
This is how you shuffle yerself a winning ticket to road to hell
Flash a fake smile for the paparazzi
This here face tells ya I've been on the track, fatto il giro, twenty bucks away from winning the lottery
If that million lights up the bridges in flames, sometimes I just burn it all down, burnt stuck in the great burner of my grey matter