This is a song about "The drew"

And there's little to be glad for

In the heat of the summer,

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back