Let the gin fill in

Another lousy day
Brings severe depression
Pass the Bombay
So I may drink it away
I'll disown my kin
& all their oppression
After I spill the gin
& let it all fill in

Or perhaps some rum
To lift my chest of lead
I'm already dumb
May as well be numb
I just want to drink
Until I'm left dead
Leaning on the brink
Of father's kitchen sink

I also want to smoke
Clouds into my lungs
Mix it with some coke
No wonder I'm so broke
Broke as I am high
Speaking in tongues
Forever I'd fly
& say good bye

Then it all ends
When I meet the new morning
I must make amends
With my long lost friends
But they're gone for good
In their place, a scorning
So misunderstood
Is life in the hood