First Song Part 2

I 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. 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 ?dead.? So I?m getting better, my friends, but please don?t hold your breath. 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. 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.