My bed is just a dirty mattress, Passed down from my parents. Stained with semen; stained with urine.
I don't rest on eiderdown feathers, This pillow under my purple head is hard - Compressed like a flake of straw.
Ain't a blanket to block the gusts, My skin is breaking out in goosebumps. And no one here gives a f**k.
You think Junkies should feel weaken. Just as their decisions. But a overdose won't kill off my conscience, I'll suffer from everybody's lack of kindness.