My friend johnny is struggling to get by, hes got the dream of amerikkka stuck in his mind. Wanting to get his bread credit on track he got stuck in a vicious circle of drug use, drug abuse, a drug trip, a drug cruise. I don't know if he will ever return. Theres a sadness in my heart when I look into his eyes and I see my turn.


Theres a dream of truth, the right path, the direction your soul flows, the right track. Hard times, the life of a common man is a struggle, get your head out of this boggle. My friend I wish you see the truth with your own eyes and realign your track before they send you back to the to the hotel of the world. There is no correction in a correctional facility. Just another windy road in the wrong direction.