Took the needle out of my arm about a Year ago today, And every day since then i've been taking The needle out of my brain. So when i'm staring down at my hands i can't explain Just what it is that i'm thinking of, Except thank god that all my veins have to pump is my blood. And i've done you so much wrong I can't believe you would still talk to me. And i say so much bullshit I can't believe that anyone around me can breathe. I know that it's a little dramatic, But the word for not changing is "death." So i'm getting better, my friends, But please don't hold your breath. And i met a man in rehab the first time, An organizer in prison. He lived in chicago When the cops shot fred hampton, But he was just a kid back then. And justice doesn't flow from police guns. I'm reminded of that all the time. As long as there is a law, Peace will be a crime. What the news calls economics, I still call it violence. If your god is a judge or a jailer, I'm still an atheist. But i try to have faith in the things that will happen; I get saved from myself when i do. So maybe "god" isn't the right word, But i believe in you.