'Prey' For Us
• Written by DrokoOno
DrokoOno's Notes
A song about drug and internet addiction and how it affects everybody and the views of somebody who has been there but escaped it!
(CHORUS)
Another day, another dollar spent/
Another man swallowed up by the dark within/
Another dumb drunk driver with Impala dents/
Another child with no father or a guardian/
Another daughter with a diagnosis - positive/
Another martyr with inflated ego, pop the shit/
And if you're on your last leg, start hopping kid/
Just keep ya head up, jaw and chin/
and keep calling Him/
(Verse 1)
God, please can you answer my prayers?/
I've been on my knees for six weeks in despair/
So fuck it, this weed is all I need to not care/
So I stuff it, pack a bowl full of green hair/
And I suck it, like I'm six feet under, no air/
I fucking love it, can't no feeling compare/
And you can shut it, if you're blowing my high/
I ain't got time to be dealing with pride/
All your self-righteous talk ain't saving my life/
So you can save your breath, quit wasting my time/
I like huffing the pine, getting lost in my mind/
Until I run dry, then it's like I'm running on mines/
Dodging lies from the closest of friends/
Thinking people always looking at me, mocking my clique/
The way my life is now I don't want to commit/
I want to be free, and not have to worry bout sin/
Or getting disease from smoking a pen/
That the government sent as a substitute cig/
Or my life cut short because some punks have beef/
I'm living till I'm blessed to death, Dro's heavenly/
The ball's in my court, fuck destiny, I'm repping me/
Living life like I had the recipe, so follow quick/
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Another damn day waking up in the boondocks/
Swamp land, hay bales loaded onto two trucks/
Goddamn, what I've give for a few bucks/
My hands, worn rough from a few cuts/
But the dew stills come, the dawn moves on/
The news still rolls even after your gone/
And still I know I'll be laughing it up/
Cup to the sky, tip it back till your drunk/
"If you get knocked down get right back up"/
That's what we're told so we fight whack fucks/
One after one, try to light tracks up/
Shot after shot, try to match white guns/
The white by your tongue, the teeth in your gums/
Gotta clarify thanks to media scum/
Rubbing the dumb ones the wrong way till numb/
Cooking the brains of the young/
Add some red rum, recipe's done/
Boy, that sounds yum/
This is what we have become/
An internet slum populated by bums/
Attached to your life with your thumbs/
Einstein wasn't right, we can't handle it, 'bruh'/
(Chorus)
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DrokoOno
Member since January 15 2015