You all are here for the same thing
Money printed in the same green font
Tattooed "in god we trust" on our chest
Irony is that god is a million dollars
Turning itself into two, while you sleep
Some steal for greed, we just **** slowly
Orders for powders that steal your soul
Out of your nose , ripped up the right nostril
Some of us prefer the mud , hovering close to death
Describe a sunset to a blind man, high off ****
Asking for the sunrise to get himself breakfast
Society works at certain times, buttons for pushers
Fiends saving money for their own demise
I would rather die high as hell and float down
Then be as low as I am when im sober.