What was the first drug I could not stop?
It was Ativan; I couldn’t stop popping lorazepam,
After abusing it, the doctor put me on clonazepam,
Doctors were my dealers,
But I could care less.
I have accepted this for what it is
Free samples from the salesman,
“This is different than anything you’ve ever tried.”
“Maybe this will work.”
The businessman smiles.
The psychiatrists then slurp it up,
Pass us hard drugs in sippy cups.
They make sure we stay addicted,
Dopemen with a prescription pads and pens,
They know we’ll be back for prescription refills
For more exotic pills
Because the tolerance builds and builds
And builds up and it just isn’t enough.
They know what we want and they give it to us,
But it’s okay because they have PhD’s-
Professional drug dealers with fancy degrees-
How can you be so damn condescending?
You’re just killers like me in the ending.
You’re a killer killing killers pretending you’re friendly.
But your hopes for me are capitalistic;
And your endgame is pointing towards my ending.
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