Prescription man.

The government has the fix, traps in a bottle.
Some lay you down, others full throttle.
To the game, you stay a slave.
Its a blue cure that paves your way.

I clearly see you'v forgotten who you are.
Just one side effect of the Xanax bar.
Now sniffing your breakfast from a plate.
They want you lost and your chasing the bait.

We are told the pills came be our savior.
All while screaming hate to the psychedelic paper.
Just another way to kill off the youth.
That's the real world; What a fucked up truth!

The active ingredient Keeps you running back for more.
Population is high, this is how they settle score.
Many friends have lost themselves to this.
Not loss of their minds... They no longer exist.

Pain prescriptions handed to the hard worked man.
Get hooked, no one gives a damn.
Synthetic Heroin now pouring from your piss.
Uncle same collecting the money hand over fist.

That herbal tree firmly marked with an X.
We don't need nature anymore, we now have Percocets.