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Damn these fits
Walk till my feet bleed
Along the endless streets
I need to fix this nicotine machine
There isn’t one dime in my pocket
Not one cigarette in my hand
I feel like some damn rat
Just simply trapped within a nicotine fixation
Nicotine to me, the human test subject
Cheese just dangles at the end of a shotgun barrel
All I want is that cheese
An arm’s reach away
Give me that nicotine cheese, PLEASE....
Ready to gnaw my way free from NICOTINE
An impossible feat
Begging, pleading
No one seems to give a damn
They don’t know the pain
Out of the blue
Then don’t ya know it
As I’m on sunset
The Big BLVD
Another homeless prick comes to me
Smacks me in the arm
Making some killer statement
“Like hey man, you got a cigarette?”
Time for the dance with my raging madness
“Hey man, for 5 dollars you can have a cigarette!’
“I don’t have 5 dollars! Why charging me 5 dollars?”
“So, I can go buy a pack and give you one!”
“Dude, if I had 5 dollars I could get a pack that’d be like 20 cigs. Why would I only get 1?
“Exactly! This is what I’m talking about!”
“Brah, dude, what you talking about? This makes no sense; no sense. I want a damn cigarette, brah!”
“Exactly Fucker, think shit is free or something?
No wonder society is screwed with clowns running around
wanting for nothing! As if this a Dire Straits song”
The bum walks away mumbling
Some shit that didn’t make sense
Must be one of those lizard alien breeds
Walking the L.A land
I would like to feel bad
I should feel bad
Not really trying to be the douche
Though, no nicotine
Is raging me bad
In the joint, I knew this guy, he had no money. He was lazy and wouldn’t take the jobs offered. Guy would dig through the ashtrays, pulling the butts and lighting them up.