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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