I'm from the land of the pill poppers,
Where alcohol out weights the hunger,
Starvin for depths so much further,
Than here, so we burn reefer till we forget the psychos,

All my friends are neurotic till they got their narcotics,
Odd logic is they never asked for this shit,
Like a back-stabbing bitch or a hex-given witch,
I switch up for nobody, but they switched up for pills, said fuck sobriety!

I know what they mean, but I only fiend the green,
So my machine isn't lean, tryin to run off the fumes of gasoline,
Or promethezine, I'm trippin, but only to find my scene,
My soul, my heart, my body whole, Socrates with a dream,

I know I know nothing, but I know I know something,
Repeating the line tryin to find the divine in the rhyme,
Or a sign that I was meant to shine, is my purpose just to puff pine,
I said no to the nine, and picked up the dime, so am I fine?

[chorus]
So hock them pills, psychiatry is just your will,
Pick up yourself, feel the positivity in your health,
I come from a ville where it ain't the best,
But we say fuck the shills, burn cess and de-stress,

Where I'm from a guy named Chris killed his wife on Christ's day,
His christmas wishlist was pills and beating her till she lay,
Her kids found her, bruised more than an abused peach, she hurt,
Found dead, her life's work staring at her cold body, no way to turn back,

Urn's stack and head's crack in search of life's facts,
Ice pack to the lice-bags, numb the dumb with rum they clack,
Lip-smack that there way is better, but you ever seen other side?
Divorced parents fight with fists, kids hide and hope for fifths to save their lives,

Kill em all, they want to die to feel alive,
Hope they reincarnate, come back with a life so great,
But the hive doesn't work that way, play your position,
Make your pay, get back to work, and ignore the depression,

Burn it up with a cess session, learn lessons,
They say just be normal, I'm saying just act honorable,
In a situation so horrible, I understand why you take oral pills,
Hoping that adderal and prosac brings you back to top skills, (but they wont)

[chorus]
So hock them pills, psychiatry is just your will,
Pick up yourself, feel the positivity in your health,
I come from a ville where it ain't the best,
But we say fuck the shills, burn cess and de-stress,

A bonehead with bones in the head leads to bed,
But fill him with beer and rum and his anger turns red,
His face gets flushed, his fists get thrust,
His mouth is never hushed, and doesnt stop till he gets a bust!

Any of em, tits, cumming or cuffs, it's all fucked up,
You're rough around the edges? Like unkept hedges,
But here we're rough all over like granite ledges,
So all our heads are full of ideas, we got the wildest pledges,

Gives you that yolo-feel, that carpe diem appeal,
Never giving a fuck, cause why give one in a place that sucks,
I feel the ignorance, arrogance and non-sense,
Can't pay rents or for car dents, so we stay spent,

Living in the woods, but got no ents with endless intelligence,
Till the ends we're left our own stranded like forgotten men,
Stuck in the bull pen with the only way out bein a bic pen,
So I stick to my sticky, write about my wrongs in the land of the sickened,

[chorus]
So hock them pills, psychiatry is just your will,
Pick up yourself, feel the positivity in your health,
I come from a ville where it ain't the best,
But we say fuck the shills, burn cess and de-stress,
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