Disposed and cast aside I'm out on the street No shirt on my back, No shoes on my feet I'm not the victim I'm the one that's to blame Never repented or tried to change This is the life I've chosen, it's who I am A muttering imbecile with a spliff and a can As I bring up black matter, they look on repulsed Spilling my cider as my body convulses 20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning I'm gonna get dead or I'm gonna die trying No will to stop or intention of abstaining A drink of this quality for me's life sustaining Pure golden nectar trickling over my tongue Filthy grey smoke coats my tumour filled lungs Drenched in my own sick, blood, shit and piss Shivering in terror I await the next hit As I bring up black matter, they look on repulsed Spilling my cider as my body convulses 20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning I'm gonna get dead or I'm gonna die trying For emetic substances I crave and I hunger But I'm beaten to a pulp, left to rot in the gutter 20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning I'm gonna get dead or I'm gonna die trying