Disasters in drop D.
Indeed it all began with me.
A struggling kid and a drug-fucked dad.
Reason for a needle, this boy had.
Disasters in drop.
I was drug-fuck’s ammunition.
To his own son,
He says that I am held in higher opinion.
This is fucked! Wish I were dreaming.
Now my friend inside is screaming.
Soon from dad, he learns bad lessons.
Bastard sank his moral defenses.
We hit rocks at sixteen.
Not sober, so I got over it.
Naked dash at Christine’s.
Car crash, no virginity.
Then much wasteful time was spent.
I proudly ignored him.
He froze to death from a relapse of smack.
One can’t correct what another neglects.