Speaking on crackheads, I am a crack head.
I mean I don't smoke, but I got a crack in my head.
My father used to smack my head around with a brick.
Until finally; the back of my cranium split.
And then you got my brothers: they call me mental case.
They beat me up and put their cigarettes out on my face.
Arghhhh! My head throbs.
I'm about to enroll in Columbine:
And finish the fucking job.