Being homeless can scary, for the mentally unprepared.

Pressure's On (When You're Homeless)

This song is about my past struggles with drug addiction and mental illness.`

Lyrics:
Tussin, tussin, sacred syrup
The thing that makes my psyche clear up
Rampant thoughts evaporate
Remove from me this mental weight
I turn to you to guide my actions
Let your grace control my hand
Every day I’ll sing your praises
Every song is in your name

Oh my god my life is crazy
Spinning around in this world of maybe
Spinnin around and around and around
My life is "mayday! going down!"
We're going down, this plane is crashing
Self destruction's so in fashion
Pointed down, going full throttle
I found god in the form of a bottle
Nauseating smell and flavor
The toxic blood of my savior
I need that blood to quell the voices
In my head and make better choices
Drink it up, drink it up
Feel that spirit fill my blood
I'm so in love it makes me blush
Or maybe it's just tussin-lust…

Tussin, tussin, my lord and savior
I let you set my behavior
And if I die before I’m sober
Promise me your grace takes over
Take my body, take my soul
Mend my thoughts and make me whole
Every day I’ll sing your praises
Every song is in your name

Rappy McRapperson is living the dream
While I’m still chasing windmills living the scene
Following the sheep with a lustrous sheen
Just a cog in the wheel of a living machine
I can’t do it, can’t get through it
The race is over and I just blew it
I’ve been retarded as soon as it started
And when they said I go I should’ve just darted
Catch me brooding and I’m spewing
Homebrew angst, comes out shooting
From my mouth leaves you in ruin
Don’t blame me I’m just human
I can’t take this kind of stress
Four walls and a journal, my life’s a mess
Ermagerd, in my head
It’s a firestorm and I’m seeing red

Tussin, tussin, you’re a whore
I don’t love you anymore
Thought you made me see more clearly
You were the God I loved so dearly
All the trouble I got into
Everything I did for you
Every time I sang your praises
Every song was sung in vain

Ridin’ on my donkey like Don Quixote
Schemin’ stuff like Wile E. Coyote
Seein’ stuff when I smoke peyote
When I get high everything is okay
And that’s why I choose to do it
Sipping on that sacred fluid
D X M and Adderall
Seroquel and alchohol
Benzodiazepines
and Dextroamphetamines
Doing drugs is hardly selfish
My mind is broken and I can’t help it
Someone call this kid a shrink
Voices in my head too loud to think
Tear down these walls while I’m still inside
To weird to live, to rare to die

Tussin, tussin, you’re a whore
I don’t love you anymore
Thought you made me see more clearly
You were the God I loved so dearly
All the trouble I got into
Everything I did for you
Every time I sang your praises
Every song was sung in vain

Tussin Lust

I made this song in 2011, featuring Rappy McRapperson on the chorus and second verse. Due to overwhelming disdain and criticism from my friends and family, I scrapped the project before I could complete the video.

Amputee Party feat. Rappy McRapperson (Second Version)

The first version of the Amputee Party song, with my vocals only.

Tom Fortunato