Bum Rap

I have to try to take it easy
I think I have to lay off
Ease up, and get off of this crack
Tieing off my arm, rubber band
Sitting next to this garbage can
All I can hear are flies
buzzing around the inside of my head
Empty thoughts of nothing
Are all that I have
The shirt on my back was given to me
I think he wants it back
When I started yelling out
The marshmellow are killing me
People start to back off
When runnung down the street naked
No shoes on my feet
All that I can think about
I have to get more crack
You give me money
To get the hell away
I should save it for something
I could save it for the future
Who cares about the future
I already know I don't have one Some say its a bad thing
Hell yes, wait, fuck that
Just give me some more crack