Going Back To Rehab (Explicit)

Going Back To Rehab - Sage Francis

I'm going there to give him cash hear him laugh bring him back

If I can't tear down these walls I'll slip him through the crack

If that crack ain't big enough I'm sick enough to get committed

Where he's been I ain't been allowed to visit and I miss him

They put me in a submission hold got him living in a hole

Give me the rope pull it back cut him slack--he's getting old

This cold does nothing for his bones he's shaking

Always put on hold that prison phone's always taken

They put me on a speaker but my voice is breaking up

I'd like to think he caught bits and pieces before the gates got shut

Raise it up

Somebody cover me I'm going in with razor cuts

And something ugly that I know within

Can't afford the luxury of exposing everything

But I've been doing the best that I can (that I can)

I take it day by day just one step at a time

And I don't need a sobriety test to walk the line

Walking on this tightrope with arms open wide

Hoping to find you live and well on the other side

So I could give you this gift as a symbol

When I felt the rope loosen I knew I missed my window

He really did love you you know pat pat

I said "Get your f**king hand off my back"

This is my passage into adulthood and I need not

Smalltalk fingers fishing from a weak spot

I used to dream a lot

In search for meaning in a sleepwalk

The only time I find myself having a deep talk

But now I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death

One can never rest depending on how up the drugs get

Upset submit me to a blood test

Find no trace of my words reverting back to wait

That wasn't what I meant

My right eye is sunrise the left is sunset

The moonshine ain't got me drunk yet

My tongue's wet for the lunar eclipse

And when you're flat broke ain't nothing you won't do for a fix

It's a beautiful mix of Jesus-Juice on my lips

And words that are stuck so I stirred 'em up with a crucifix

And this is where I found a friend in Christ

But I also found a few spikes and I decided

To use them as pegs on my bike

So you'd have a place to stand when I broke you out of that vice

And now I'm going back to rehab

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I'm going back to rehab

I'm going back to rehab

I'm going back to rehab from I'm a griigle

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I'm going back as a Dead-Again Christian with a medicine prescription

Yeah I'm a friend of Bill Let-let-let me in

Get me outta this

Hooked up to plugs and wires while the dogs

Sniff for a powdered substance

In a town of judgments with glass-house developments

Cookie-cutter Republican school-book intelligence

They ain't never considered how just one rock

Could crack the whole facade now they call the ski slingshots

I will not meditate on the sermon

Heaven's gate is burnin' so we self-medicate with bourbon

While their collection plate gets turned into a purse

I've turned into a second-rate person but I'm not the first

This isn't your typical cry for help

I tried to melt

But someone stopped the trickling with a Bible belt

Reminded me of tourniquets and h****n nods

Now that that right there that's one hell of a God

You can't match magic with an addict that's got a mapping compass

In order to find a substance and matchstick that functions

A searching and fearless immoral inventory

'Til every person with a story begins to bore me

I did what I had to do to get

To the place where your face wasn't such a blurry mess

I packed all your favorite promises and words that we kept

You weren't hard to find all it took was 13 steps

And now I'm going back to rehab

I'm going back to rehab

I'm going back to rehab

I'm going back to rehab I don't drink though

I'm going there to give him cash hear him laugh bring him back

If I can't tear down these walls I'll slip him through the crack

If that crack ain't big enough I'm sick enough to get committed

Where he's been I ain't been allowed to visit and I miss him

Put me in a submission hold got him living in a hole

Give me the rope pull it back cut him slack

He's getting old

This bitter cold does nothing for his brittle bones

He's shaking

Eternally put on hold that prison phone's always taken

Put me on a speaker but my voice is breaking up

I'd like to think he caught bits and pieces before the gates got shut

Raise it up

Somebody cover me I'm going in with razor cuts

And something ugly that I know within

Can't afford the luxury of exposing everything

But I've been doing the best that I can

I take it day by day just one step at a time

And I don't need a sobriety test to walk the line

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