When I was fourteen, I got a crew cut
hedgehog, my mom called me, my new nickname
even though it never stuck, just the look
nothing else ever resembled me, but
I grew out my hair and beard at eighteen
when I first entered college but the game
asked too much of me, so much so, I shook
slowly my recovery took over
forget the insane asylum, I'd seen
older men and women lost on the path
under the influence of government
really, economics, to do the math
tables turned, the wealthy find their lives spent
each day finding a place to take cover
emptiness riddles brains with drug abuse
no one regulates the government sales
I hooked up with Project MKUltra
government lost control, brokered a truce
only, I was scarred, so many others
thoughtlessly lost to drugs, government fails
ask anyone, look around, this tundra
considered a nation, led by Satan
recall the epidemics, our mothers
eat the Word of the Lord to save our souls
words on the page, words on the street, AIDS/crack
counter the government need to make goals
underscore the impulse to watch your back
take the word, hedgehog, bring home the bacon
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