The voices still inside my head

No psychotropic’s can lay dead

Doctors drugs naught but a ruse

To slow me down, give me the blues

Sure with them beast doth lay

And certainly less apt to slay

But truth be told just ropes bound down

Cannot erase the evil clown

When broke free will still lay waste

Culminate rage post haste

Millennium drug dealers

Beating down free wheelers

“Legal” remedies their style

Filling our blood with dark bile

The world to bitch to face us real

So instead our souls do steal

But deep down inside truth resides

Waiting for release abides

Our reality their way defies

Feeding us on chemical lies

As I end this with a sigh

Let us choose how we get high