Two-Bits To See The Drug Child Poem by matt fromm

I messed around.
just like any boy.
I got shanghied and called a freak.
They said son we're doing this for your own good.
I said thank you very much
for knowing more about me than I did!
They caught me walking up the stairs made of hash brick.
Walking up the stairs made of hash brick straight to My Way!

I got out.
For lack of a better word
We call it rehab.
The makeshift doctors never did me no good.
They said we told you we could make you
change.
By the grinding noises of my teeth I swore vengence.
Cause they caught me going up the stairs made of hash brick.
GOING UP THE STAIRS MADE OF HASH BRICK STRAIGHT TO MY WAY! !

I'm cruising through the sky.
Your burning in my wake
I'm bending reallity the faster I go.
Your following a fake.
Don't call the curtain on this show.
I'm walking up the
stairs made of
hash
brick.
walking up
the stairs
made
of
hash
brick
straight
to
my way
follow me down baby.
Thats an order.