Chinese Rocks
Brainofdz
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You feel like your gonna burst with or without it,
there could be a better life, but somehow you doubt it.
So you wake up tommorow, do it again, call up a friend, go on a bend.
Wanna take a ride? Wanna go cop?, Wanna go get us some Chinese rocks?
We'll quit tommorow, but tommorow never comes,
a couple of bums, end up in the slums.
Not that we even fit in there either, like leave it to beaver with track marks like meat cleavers, got at us at night and fucked up our shit.
Just give me my long sleeve and the next fucking hit.
By now its the God of the skag that I'm blessing,
wish I had my smith and wesson to teach that dealer a lesson.
It'd be the last time that dude sold me wack shit, the fake hit, so sick I could spit.
But no time for that, I'll just figure a plan to fuck up my man for that package in his hand, cause that shit is fire, and that dude is rich
but he's packing a gat and now I'm getting bitched.
Whatevers clever, all part of the game, ain't it a shame?
God gave me a brain. I just only use it for devious shit like taking from my click and making mom sick.
Maybe I'll go back to detox again, rest up my body and pick up my pen
and phophesize this time on how to do it right
but never far from sight is my next drug-filled night
And so it goes on; this sick sad depression
and again thoughts drift back to the old smith and wesson
but I'm not robbing fiends of their stashes tonight
I'm just gonna rob this sad fiend of his life
there could be a better life, but somehow you doubt it.
So you wake up tommorow, do it again, call up a friend, go on a bend.
Wanna take a ride? Wanna go cop?, Wanna go get us some Chinese rocks?
We'll quit tommorow, but tommorow never comes,
a couple of bums, end up in the slums.
Not that we even fit in there either, like leave it to beaver with track marks like meat cleavers, got at us at night and fucked up our shit.
Just give me my long sleeve and the next fucking hit.
By now its the God of the skag that I'm blessing,
wish I had my smith and wesson to teach that dealer a lesson.
It'd be the last time that dude sold me wack shit, the fake hit, so sick I could spit.
But no time for that, I'll just figure a plan to fuck up my man for that package in his hand, cause that shit is fire, and that dude is rich
but he's packing a gat and now I'm getting bitched.
Whatevers clever, all part of the game, ain't it a shame?
God gave me a brain. I just only use it for devious shit like taking from my click and making mom sick.
Maybe I'll go back to detox again, rest up my body and pick up my pen
and phophesize this time on how to do it right
but never far from sight is my next drug-filled night
And so it goes on; this sick sad depression
and again thoughts drift back to the old smith and wesson
but I'm not robbing fiends of their stashes tonight
I'm just gonna rob this sad fiend of his life
"Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
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When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
hope all is well
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
The term is taken from a classic Johny Thunders song, and is slang for heroin.
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
Oh.
Thank You, and yes all is well. Thankfully this writing is based upon past experiences.
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.