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 bullsh** 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 “d**h.” 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