Gospel Music For The Coming Social War

(album: Who Are Your Friends Gonna Be? - 2012)

I was raised in the north underneath the pines
Where the pavement ends and the police hide
Moved down and to the west where it is so dry
That all the streets flood when it rains every time
So I'll just sit here in the yard and hope that the power goes out
Because this could be the time that it never comes back on, and that would be, that would be fine
And I swear to a God that I never planned, never planned to believe in
That if I ever drink again
It's going to kill me or I'm just going to wish that it did
I'll tell you right now I didn't quit shooting dope
To watch the border patrol pull this shit unopposed
The south side is a police state that's not the type of thing I normally say
Because I hate it when our rhetoric exaggerates
But where I'm from the police kidnap people every day
Don't sleep at night until the last prison
Gets burnt down or turned into a museum
Don't breathe until the last dollar bill they print
Gets tossed into a wood stove in New England
I couldn't leave my house today I'm too terrified of market exchange
Nothing remains in the hands that made it no one working for each other, everybody working for a wage

From that point, drinking was not for partying anymore it was a six am, when I got off of work until about 12 in the afternoon
Drinking until I passed out, woke up and went back to work
I didn't have any money, I was eating a donut a day from change that I grabbed out from the couch
I was extorted by an over the hill gangster named ¿Y-o?
I got a DUI, Aggravated DUI, there was Vicodin involved
So, I guess I'd like to tell a story
So there was me and my friend, right
We picked up a bunch of like oxycontin or something like that
It was like all we could get, we didn't have a lot of money
And we were splitting it
80 or something
All I had was the one rig and it was really old
And I remember the whole night I was trying to shoot up cause it was like, it kept on getting clogged
It wouldn't quite register and hit the vein
It was maybe one of the second times, or third times that I cried in my adult life at something
I really wanted, I mean I wanted to get high
Have you ever swam down to the bottom of a swimming pool?
Swimming to the top, you don't get there quite as fast as you thought you would
You have this thing that's like "get to the top" "get to the top"
Find me some air, I need to breathe."
Find me some air, I need to breathe"