Buddy was high as fuck.
Sittin’ high in his truck.
Usin’ up his good luck.
Gonna come down soon.
Lilly got no bloom.
Something workin’ up that sweat now.
Giva a bit ‘o lip then holy cow
Big dust up in the alley.
No damn friends, his only pal, he
Knew nothing, dude’s.. hence
He should be set free.
Dude has family.
They don’t think like we
Do, they criticize, hypothesize
And otherwise… invent the truth.
And then, to boot,
They sic their dawg on you.
And when you think you’re through
When there’s nothing else to do.
Those fucks do you.