A Crime to BE Sick
by Michael Glynn
Do the math of this shit people
There’s a plague on the streets
They say it’s a crime to be sick
If your disease is addiction
The addicted are afflicted if they suffer and fail to effectively battle that from which they ail
They are found guilty and locked up in prison or jail.
I’m sick I’m sick I’m sick
No medicine for me
Just lock me in a f***ing cell
Hell, throw away the key
It’s not free It’s not just me
It’s not your problem, yet, but just wait and see
You’re going to find a tipping point, from which, you will never recover, just pray you got a plan
For that, you’ll probably need another
Another Prison, Another Jail
Another junkie in a cell
Another man, Another woman
Sick of all the lies you tell
I’m not the problem, the problem is not I
The solution to the problem, isn’t anything you’ve tried
More pigs More guns, More laws to Break
How’s that been working out?
Less money for education and healthcare
More drugs than ever now!
Make another Law. I break another law.
I’m sick, sick, sick
You make me a criminal, but I’m only afflicted
Addicted and I’m now a soldier in this war
And as you lose this fight remember who picked it!
You b****es with badges and holier than thou mindsets
Just remember when you’re under the gun you aimed at the Sick, sick, sick motherf***ers
The medicine you sell for this disease is going to be what kills you