been giving green but my medicine is to rap clean yet I’m sick with being a fiend so a spit loud and sad and mean get high on anphetmine calm down with a sip of lean only to smoke more green rap is my medicine substance is my energy comparison is like today over last centuary words don’t make sense but This is dence art and I felt pain from the start Now can’t find my medicine Chopping up coke as if it venison Hoping like the Hopi for the feminine god That’s why I pray unholy to Fallen and I get back who’s calling