I've hit every slum within a 5 mile radius
& had my eyes crooked like Miles Davis's
I can't blink anymore, my pupils are getting little
Cuz my pill bottle resembles a bag of skittles
I sit naked talking to an ant in the road
Cuz I've eatten enough acid for my spit to corrode
I'm on a one way street, going the wrong way
& my road to improvement has been under revamp for days
My welcome mat is half burned, the other half was sold
I drink more Nyquil then when I'm nursing a cold
I'm at my limit, the road is spinning making me sick
So I'll pull more vomitting acts then Hendricks
I bought a new peice for my dining room set
& loaded the chamber like an old army vet
I'm scum, it wouldn't matter if I was dead or alive
I'm on the outside, looking in the chamber of my 45......*BOOM*

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R.I.P.- Epimetheus
Robert L. Rem
1986-2003