Control Chemical.

CONTROL CHEMICAL

   selling mama daughta
   and baby sista,
   stalkin' human
   and material prey
   night and day,
   it's always time to elevate ...
   then down,
   melancholy
   and soon
   transmutants:
   like human rodents
   and Pavlov's dogs

   on all fours

   hunting stimuli
   to reward
   that first hit
   long, long ago ...
   now in constant pursuit of utopia,
   that place of temporary
   specious exhilaration,
   that fleeting feeling
   of 'all right'
   but always descending
   into that human abyss,
   encountering mutating phenomena
   in the short-rived
   utopic state
   of narcosis,
   psychedelia
   changing eclectic faces
   human ogres
   beckoning
   beseeching

   begging for more,
   then some more stimuli
   fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters
   FAMILIES ...
   lying ... denying ... dying ...
   frightening!
   you've lost control
   are slipping into deeper darkness
   into a mental social abyss,
   your reality obscured
   by unreality, artificiality
   You're fucked up
   brothas and sistas.
   you're all cracked up!.