I hate to reveal any pain I might feel
But sometimes I have to in order to heal
I used to lie cheat and steal, just keeping it real
Conscience provided no court of appeal
All buzzed up on psychedelics and weed
Forcing me to confront my desperate need
For acceptance from my father who planted his seed
Too bad I wasn’t as important as heroin and speed
©2005
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