Sick world… sick people…
Medicine... When's the last time you felt well? I ain't talking bulldozed, hyped up, numbed out Micro dosing, hocus pocus, manic focus, short-term psychosis I'm talking clear and well.

Medicine is healing art It ain't just feeling good, going up It's growing in, it's knowing peace Living like life is finally the real deal now Medicine is healing art Not just temporary relief Real medicine makes you whole Not just numb to the grief

I hear so many rappers like they all broke their legs All of them use the same crutch in their bars to walk on stage Always talking 'bout popping pills, mixing lean, being rock stars I can make a killer mix, better than your bag of tricks Random number generator? Nah, random drug simulator Anybody taking substances knows your lines ain't got no substance Else you ain't be alive to rhyme, let alone speak sentences Like popped some Ritalin, took a handful rainbow pills Sniffing snow like it's the winter and you tracking a new fur coat While you trip into a K-hole, eat some Lucy, have a Xanax dream Dawg, are you fucking serious? You even know the difference between Benadryl and Benzedrine?

Medicine is healing art It ain't just feeling good, going up It's growing in, it's knowing peace Living like life is finally the real deal now Medicine is healing art Not just temporary relief Real medicine makes you whole Not just numb to the grief

Hold up, hold up, let me try— New age pharmacist, proceed at your own risk Asterisk: not recommended, not even as a fantasy or wish I don't condone, but it's on the table, so we talking chemicals Let's see if it kicks—got the master plan laid out, paid out Keep it moving, mind the gas, this ain't how I'm getting high It's just how I'm getting past the day when nothing meant a fucking thing Shit—which pill had the ecstasy, which one the ketamine? Fuck it. (gulp)

Real life, can't know what it's like if you always drinking But like, it's just Bud Light, ain't that heavy, right? A few tokes, quarter milligram of a benzo Lisdexamphetamine, Ritalin, or street speed when the pharmacy running lean Don't really matter—fell into a K-hole Flicking through dimensions like they channels on the TV Been here for hours or years? Gravity finally found me On a couch, sitting upright, wondering how I got there Good God almighty, how you come back from that ever the same again? Stood up, threw up, still drunk—never again Until I hit the bowl, killed the nausea Think I might just feel good enough to do it all again!

Living daily like a loop, ain't really nothing change Notice how we all go to the same place Say the same things to the same people But too busy, too dazed to care That ain't really getting lifted, it ain't freedom It ain't whole, it ain't your health It's just a substitute where the soul supposed to go

Medicine is healing art It ain't just feeling good, going up It's growing in, it's knowing peace Living like life is finally the real deal now

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