Therapy For Gangsters

(álbum: North Korean BBQ - 2011)

I had a lucid dream
That's a dream you can control
And in this dream, all I did was stay alive forever
I'm not going to wake up 'til the day we die together
And Satan writes a letter to me saying life forever

Sometimes you gotta wound yourself so you can heal something
I'd rather feel sadness than feel nothing
A knot up in your stomach means that something real's coming
I'd rather feel that than feel nothing
Sometimes I break down and cry when I think about my dad's death
But my dad has never died
He's alive, it's sleeting blood down in hell, that's the weather
I take a sewing needle, stitch myself back together
I'm sleep deprived and hungover but at least alive
The rhythm of the world and me were never synchronized
It's printed on my medication bottle
Mix some alcohol with this and that's a better way to wobble

Toggle forces. White queens, black horses
One tally for every smile that Mac forces
Scratch it on the prison wall
Being a father is not that difficult. Be a man and get involved
Hit the abortion and the methadone clinic, need to kill two birds, find a stepping stone, pick it up, throw it
Just because I got the white boy voice and some big words don't mean I'm a poet, I'm a gangster

Spin the dreidel baby, spin the dreidel, this is therapy for gangsters

Welcome to North Korean Barbeque by Mac Lethal

I had a lucid dream, that's a dream you can control and in this dream, all I did is stay alive forever. I'm not going to wake up 'til the day we die together and Satan writes a letter to me saying life is precious