I’m 19, I was caught trespassing.
They said I was acting “unusual.”
No reason really.
hahaha — I’m always in control.
I smoke crack, I smoke weed, I smoke meth,
I drink, I don’t sleep, there’s no bed.
I have a baby,
I do what I can to protect him.
hahaha — I’m in control, it’s all in the mind.
I love my son, but I can’t see him.
My home’s gone, I can’t cover him.
In and out of jail, I can’t reach him.
Why am I here?
I’m not crazy.
I have a baby,
I do what I can to protect him.
hahaha — the voices came back; they’re not always so kind.
Sometimes, there’s words.
Other times, it’s sounds.
Sometimes, it’s an angel.
Other times, I’m scared.
The crystal fades it out.
The dope hypes me up.
I have a baby,
I do what I can to protect him.
hahaha — I’m sorry, what’d you say?
I used to be good at school, I liked it.
My mom’s hours away, my dad’s checked out.
My boyfriend buys my crystal.
He says we’re going to run away;
I think he means it.
One more high, that’ll do it.
I have a baby,
I do what I can
hahaha — I’m in control, it’s all in the mind.
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