And now im in in the sky From a pill that a doctor prescribed That a drug-dealing billion dollar industry supplied And the feds never go and profile at night Yeah the the orange plastic with the white top they sell to you Has us looking for the answers and that instead of you Quick fix whatever’ll do We just gonna neglect the truth Because a doctor with a license played God and said it’s cool and calm Played God and said it’s cool But me? I don’t blame Me I blame the pharmacy companies And country that spends trillions fighting a war they supplying themselves Politicians and business and jail Public defenders and judges who fail Look at Sidd Now he’s wrapped in plastic First dealer was his mom’s medicine cabinet Got anxiety, better go and give him a Xanax Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien ‘Til he’s walking 'round the city looking like a mannequin Ups and downs, shooting up prescriptions you’re handing sidd
