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here I sit daughter on drugs psychiatrist said that helps her to get better grades her grades ain't change they still the same her attitude has it's it's in a room vegetate no skateboard no outside don't do nothing what's the customer herself to her dungeon her cave as she says killing her spirit killing her dreams to be on morphine that ain't no life sitting in your room doing nothing living nothing feeling nothing hating something right now seems to be me hate what I am take what I want to be killing the dream with your propaganda and medication you ain't no shrink you told me that you ain't even a therapist you a dope pusher Buck Right Direction and the nurses that Proclaim I'll shut you down from Loris to Maine f*** with me you get the horns father to the death you've been warned