The truth is The kid's medicine made him sin Whether it's from a doctor or a dealer Screaming about Juanita We put his record on Until he's bleeding on the needle And he's weeping on the street Cut down on his curtain call That's where he's gonna sleep To gain what these hands he once possessed A dozen rose on the pavement laid to rest Oh my dear sister Christie Will I feel some remorse She says no Pull the trigger Cause he's left Just no recourse His brain has a sickness So kill it at the source