Dollar Story - Drug Church

From the sharpie on the tile

To the black mold found behind the drywall

There’s an energy to poverty you can’t run from

But I’m not even hiding

You can adjust to anything if you’re leaving

Even dollar store clorox you’re always breathing

Drop ceilings raw feelings basement existence

Life of a broke lonely pissant

That’s just your nature

Cheap drugs raw sex

Low rent high drama

It’s just how the ventless vent

High risk

Stretch plastic over broken windows

To the space heater with built-in stove

Bare bulb overhead lighting

Mood future black hole you’re always fighting

Particle board table depression

Body gets it but brain misses message

Tub washing clothes to save on quarters

Need the money for your court date

Can’t adjust (high risk)

Low ambition (high risk)

Nothing going (high risk)

Can’t adjust (high risk)