Magic Bullet

Ain't no magic bullet come from magic shell.

No other way to put it. Far as i can tell.

Ain't no way to solve a problem of the streets.

With an itchy trigger finger...

Servant of disease.

I mean come on...

Hear it from the people. Read it in the press.

Learn it at the steeple. Forget it in distress.

Lookin for salvation...Just A little help.

But it never seems to find me...

I'm gonna take it for myself.

I mean c'mon....

(there's got to be a better way)

That low feelin starts to get to me-

Need to find escape.

So smoke it fills the lungs...

And drink corrupts the brain.

And morals get confused...

In a desperate mind.

And there ain't no wrong or right...

In a desperate time.

But i know there's a solution-

Deep within myself.

But i ain't never gonna reach it...

Without somebody's help.

I mean a come on...