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Iâm sorry, today hoes walk in.
Estimated release day: one week from today.
The antibiotics made me hallucinate,
Cops arrested patients, a radient spiders inside my arms
An uncle traum.
And then my wife got shot.
She is seeing him for a year,
I had no idea, âtill brothers post.
Iâm in the hospital,
I told pretty released, she checked in about 4 am
I havenât slept the whole night.
I called the wifeâs house to find out when the funeral was.
No one ever answered the phone.
And brothers post she was shot by a drug dealer,
Trying to get a meth addict.
I saw him smoking crack into a block window
And faced me. He was in his bed, played speed metal tune.
She was in his press photos, damn it.
I had no idea.
Iâm in the hospital.
She was desperate for him, with the lovers, she could really dance, really dance.
Really moves, really moves.
Iâm wide awake waiting for the morning news.
Itâs sure to be the lead story, man.
Drug deaths, explains, she was out of pain, no suspects.
Itâs 7 am, news arenât coming on.
Itâs Sunday. I had no idea.
Some movie. Called and called and calling,
It took out my breathing, too.