Fake Xan man he's a dealer with a plan Benzo coated relief, two fifty each Fentanyl kills you quicker than the syringe Coughing and choking no marks on your skin Walking round in a piss stained existance Five years went missin', bottled up feelings A sermonless preacher Take the edge off til there's no cliff left Trim the hedge of reason with sheers so deceiving A long distance runner Life is a marathon not a sprint Slurring words with a glazed glint Arrogance wrapped in a blanket Can't face the truth reality dangles I hate being Bi-Polar it's awesome Take to the bed, playing possum Self medicate, stagnate Break the cycle with a crow bar Before you go too far You are not your illness, You are not your mind Intrusive taught's take me captive Negative narrative Mumbled verses from another dead rapper They're fillin' hearses quicker than the reaper This song goes deeper than a Jack Cousteau trip I'm fishing for meaning in an ocean of old flicks Switch up the flow Don't give your your soul to the silk road Generation Xanax crippled with panic Feeling the weight pressing down Generation Xanax crippled with panic numbing the pain of it all City's on lockdown, Our minds are shutdown