Lend me your implosion
Spin me some indica
Light me a sensitizer
Pass it on quick
I’m not long for this dimension
Give me metabolic connections
To the man within
Direct me through the proper channels
To the district coordinator
For the living dead/undead
The lean mean concrete machine
Is grinding me down
Dehumanised and processed
Into human pate
I got the F-E-A-R
Chronic
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