I'd pop Amoxcillin and vodka, and just end it all for good,
I'm not positive that I'm just talkin', but then again I really could,
I'm not depressed, I'm just stressed with life's constant tribulations,
And deep breaths never help, Christ, I'm lost in fixed relations,
I can't trust a soul, there's no ghost of a chance,
That I can love a hoe, so I'll just go with the plant,
Mary Juana wants to roll, but I'm afraid of the risks,
Cause these chicks just look for dick, and there's no staying for the kids,
But insecurity's a bitch, it makes your mind an asylum,
And I know through all this shit, I'm just hiding from violence,
Sometimes I wish I wasn't Christian so I could do what I want,
But even with the distance, I'm still rooting for God,
So I ask him for a sanctum, to protect me from my phantoms,
And show his actions that I'm been anxious to see if he will answer,
Ever since I was a semen, I've had a legion of demons,
I know they're never leavin', but I'll beat these heathens with Jesus.
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