Now about that, it all started back when it was either clean up my urine, or they ain't gonna doctor on me no more. They'd had it with me.
I gave up my pot and my cocaine, and snuck me a glug of whiskey here and there. It didn't do too good. Started seeing stuff that wasn't there, and all. Always heard stuff, but only acid or shrooms for the visuals - but ya know, echoes and waves.
So I cleaned up my urine. They said about the one deal, and the other'n, and the blocks, they'd give me their dope. I get some white pill for this, and a blue'n for that, and some others for the rest, and to calm my psyche.
And some adderall. Let me tell you hear and now, adderall is as fine a man as I've ever met. What a blast. Keeps ya 'wake, laser focus. Only better'd be cocaine. Gave me like 10 of 'em. Spent two and nigh three days and nights awake playing the banjo pretty thing got me. My dumbcensored called back for a refill two days later. Can't have them no more.
The bills for all them pills, and the doctors visits on it, that's a lot of money. My bill runs about 2k a month. On insurance. Other folks's money. All legal like.
Don't see stuff no more, will hear it 'til I hear no more. On other folks's money.
Back then when I said I stopped all the puffing and the snorting? My bill ran about 5 or 6 hundred a month.
The pot and the cocaine are a cheaper way to go, offering effective results. Only I risk getting sent off and being the prettiest man in prison.
I love you 'Murica, but dadgummit
