Of all the times for things to be familiar and stupid.
This dumbness just might bore me to death.
I keep having the same dream in which I'm significantly drunk & stoned.
And God's smoking crystal meth.
Kinda like the fog rollin' into San Francisco.
I stare at God starin' down the pipe.
I'm busy praying for a better day, and I'm...
Trying not to believe the hype.
No bitches and broke. Reality.
You know it's getting on my nerves, too.
Makes me kinda wanna bust heads when I'm asleep or awake.
And, I'm sure it's not the appropriate thing to do.
But, I could use a useful dream sometime.
And maybe a couple of lucky breaks in reality.
Being a sorry dog dying of "nice guy syndrome."
I'm having a little trouble with the duality.
