Killing Whitey

This fabulous straw That rules for a lifetime Which dictates our week And punishes daily We struggle to breathe And say we're allergic We're broken and broke And excessively nervous My friends and I are already Turning against ourselves We're waking up to the fact We're dying without seeking help There's blood in your mouth From numbing your insides You say you're okay Your wallet says otherwise We don't want to support Violent exploitation But we're too selfish to care More concerned with our faces My friends and I are already Throwing up every night We're growing sick of trying to quit Turning our skin pale white My friends and I are already Halfway to the hospital His lips are blue and I'm hearing you Screaming I won't let you die