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Perscribed


Back at square one it starts with one perscription

Doctors only push the toxins like it's in the job desription

Don't smoke, be careful your organs might fail

They pump me full of poison then send a money demand in the mail

One leads to the next then they experiment with my dose

Then the meds trigger another disease for the doctors to diagnose

On the surface I'll be fine but my organs and mentallity will suffer

I vocalize the pain and here come the perscriptions one right after another

Cancer and death are a risk health providers are willing to take

"We don't recommend natural alternatives, it's for your own sake"

I feel just like a lab rat experimented on and internally abused

But there's nothing I can do about the poison in my body we are one, we are fused.

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