Letter to my Fans

Yo
This is the last one
Ugh
Fuck

Yo
Here's a letter to my fans, let me see you raise your hand
If your slinging tax-free Kush in a gold minivan
Cause weed is the fucking shit
Helps to numb the pain at the end of a relationship
Bro give me a rip, I'll shotgun smoke from your lips
To the chest faster than a rounds of a semi-automatic
I'll start rapping 'bout how acid is the gateway to a land with
Happiness and tolerance, man Heaven really is fantastic

Damn
I can't believe that this person
The love of my life walked out, clearly certain
That she's leaving me, it's plain to see
No longer gives a fuck about me
What happened to our family
Just us, two cats, and a plant of weed!
Started off with late fights happening every other night
With snores like elevators' free-falling fifty flights
I'd get kicked out, no lights, Stumble to the office and cry
Lying on a blanket on the floor 'til the sun starts to rise
One day I open my eyes, she don't want me in sight
We got in a fight while she was waiting for a flight
Told me to take a hike before her plane fuckin' arrived
And this is the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life

Shit don't always turn out the way they should
Sometimes shit is better if you don't knock on wood
It's been a lot of struggle
But it's one piece of the puzzle
I'll find another neck to nuzzle
And another cat to snuggle
And I won't always get in trouble
Allowing pricks to burst my bubble
Double-walled box on my shoulders
Strong enough to hold a boulder
So I can take the shit that seems to fuckin' fly my way
You can throw anything, any day
I'll swat them all away!
Like I'm tapping my grandma with a flyswatter on the back
Telling her I saw a gnat, no wait, it was an old bat
'Cause she can handle that shit, 'cause she's the lady I get
My bronze heart that keeps beating no matter all the dents

I've survived being poor, I've slept a month on the floor
Been given tours of more floors of hospitals' psych wards
Than I can count to so that's what? One, two, three, four
Ah fuck it, my brain's already sore!
Might be the ECT, Electroshock Therapy
Twelve rounds of it, and I didn't always fall asleep
Second time in I don't get enough anesthesia
Felt the zap that prompts the seizures, sometimes amnesia
Not for me though, I fuckin' remember that shit
It takes a lot of fuckin drugs to have an effect
Saw a doc up north who was anti-conventional
Filled my 'scripts to the tip, Ketamine and Adderall
Takin it by IV and a spray bottle nasally
I took that shit every night religiously
It's the closest to god that I've ever fuckin' come
Listen to Box in the Mirror, that shit saved my life once

But then he loses his license because this man that I trusted
With all of my shit, up until he got busted
Disturbing sexual abuse to three female clients
And I saw what they meant, I could see all the signs
You get so personal and so vulnerable
He sucks you in like he cares and wants you to be stable
And you believe that shit because he has his license
But now you wonder if it's all just lies and bullshit

He puts you on so many meds that shocks every doctor
That you've tried to see since but no one wants to foster
A patient as sick and fucked up as me!
Can only pay my copay with Monopoly money
But the meds melted my brain of fuckin' cement
The help was postmarked as being Heaven-sent
Sometimes life throws your body headlong in a blender
Until you're nothing but a swirl of dust and magenta

Damn
Pac said it best
Life Goes On
Peace