Therapy For Gangsters

I had a lucid dream
That’s a dream you can control
And in this dream
All I did was stay alive forever
I’m not going to wake up ‘til
The day we die together
And Satan writes a letter to
Me sayin’ life forever

Sometimes you gotta wound yourself so
You can heal somethin’
I’d rather feel sadness than feel nothin'
A knot up in your stomach
Means that something real's comin’
I’d rather feel that than feel nothin’
Sometimes I break down and cry when
I think about my dad’s death
But my dad has never died
He’s alive, it's sleetin’ blood
Down in hell, that’s the weather
I take a sewing needle
Stitch myself back together
I’m sleep deprived and hungover
But at least alive
The rhythm of the world and
Me were never synchronized
It’s printed on my medication bottle
Mix some alcohol with this and that’s
A better way to wobble

Toggle forces white queens, black horses
One tally for every smile that Mac forces
Scratch it on the prison wall
Being a father is not that difficult
Be a man and get involved
Hit the abortion and the methadone clinic
Need to kill
Two birds, find a stepping stone, pick it up
Throw it
Just because I got the white boy voice and
Some big words don’t mean I’m a poet
I’m a gangster

Spin the dreidel baby, spin the dreidel
This is therapy for gangsters

Welcome to North Korean Barbeque
By Mac Lethal

I had a lucid dream, that’s a dream
You can control and in this dream
All I did is stay alive forever i’m not
Going to wake up ‘til the day
We die together and Satan writes a letter
To me sayin’ life is precious