I’m sorry, today hoes walk in.
Estimated release day: one week from today.
The antibiotics made me hallucinate,
Cops arrested patients, a radient spiders inside my arms
An uncle traum.
And then my wife got shot.
She is seeing him for a year,
I had no idea, ‘till brothers post.
I’m in the hospital,
I told pretty released, she checked in about 4 am
I haven’t slept the whole night.
I called the wife’s house to find out when the funeral was.
No one ever answered the phone.
And brothers post she was shot by a drug dealer,
Trying to get a meth addict.
I saw him smoking crack into a block window
And faced me. He was in his bed, played speed metal tune.
She was in his press photos, damn it.
I had no idea.
I’m in the hospital.
She was desperate for him, with the lovers, she could really dance, really dance.
Really moves, really moves.
I’m wide awake waiting for the morning news.
It’s sure to be the lead story, man.
Drug deaths, explains, she was out of pain, no suspects.
It’s 7 am, news aren’t coming on.
It’s Sunday. I had no idea.
Some movie. Called and called and calling,
It took out my breathing, too.