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280 milligrams & Cold Turkeys

Before I knew it, He had a dead locked grip

But the monster is breathing his last dying breath

 

It's pitiful I had to feel it to hate it

I saw him ******* our empire

He had his grip on my family tree

While I was a fetus

It happened near the time I was born

At 20 he eased his grip on my father

And it took me so, so long to realize that it was simply so

He could tighten his grip on me

I thought my mortal soul

Could handle a Real Killer Demon

All by myself

Yeah ******* right

I have to admit, I kept him at bay for longer than most

I just rode around on his back for the first years

When she left, I didn't stop buying her share

I just did twice as ******* much

And I thought I was way past rock bottom

280 milligrams

Still not where I wanna be

I still got a bag full, though [keep going man, you got this]

But i loosened my grip on him - th' demon whispers-

I played dead for a while

I just had to put it down

I have to admit

The scars were painful

His hand really sticks, and believe me....

The longer he's got you, the harder it sticks

You gotta grow a backbone

And a set of big *****

To force out of his grip

Everybody around me is just trading drugs for other drugs

Like really

There is a ******* drug

that helps you to get off drugs

That is truly ********

Did you hear what I just said?

People actually think drugs...

Are gonna help you....

Get off drugs....

Cold Turkey is tride and true

The only bona-fide method

I did it, and I promise you can too

Ten days or so is worth the rest of your life, I promise....

Good thing I kicked in-between semesters

I would have never made it through class Detoxing

And I surely wouldn't have the top spot

That means no student of the month

Only questionable job prospects...

**** that

I really am gonna be the best of the best

I just can't settle for "At-Least" Livin'

The Pharmaceutical monster lost his grip a long time ago

Oxycontin is dead

But there's one loose end

I really gotta clear the fog

Epic change is among us

It was a great ride

But I have to say goodbye to you Mrs. Mary Jane :(

I really do love you

I do

And yes I can still be great if you come along for the ride

But I can only be the best if I leave you here for a while

Goodbye my dear

We have had much fun

We might surely cross path later

You never know what direction the world will go

We'll just have to see

I really never thought I would see this day

But I have decided

That it has to be tonight

You have it here on paper

Finally nippin' it in the bud....

I gotta let you go, too Mary

Peace

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Published
Dec 4, 2010
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