Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

We were all born into this acidic world of hate
Wes on Acid shared my life throughout his tape
Life in rhythm, rhyme, record helps the pain drift away
A touch of soul in my ears helps with the pain
Thank you Sade
Music is a language through pain that helps with my sleep
Night terrors rotting through thoughts & carving memories
Wake up in full screams
Is there happiness out there for me?
Chosen for wrong things
Did I eat an apple off Adam's tree?
Hospital hallways
Beeping monitors
Self conscious jeers filled with tears, doctors bringing news that was confirming fears
I cry to know death was on the other side of that door
Not Mom, not Dad, not a savior, I'm gone forever more
Look to my left wall, always filled with family & friends, don't know who is who, which is which, or how I know all of them
Disease a depressing self loathing state of mind
But you can get through it, Hold your head & just
Hold your head & just shine