Note Left from a Junkie

Note left from a junkie Mississippi, '94 A landlord picked a front lock No one opened up the door Three months back on payment Not a statement had been heard His nostrils stung and he uttered not a word Across the apartment in the doorway on the floor A tenant lay half-naked in the bathroom dead for sure Lonely, self-mistreated and a pen clutched in one hand A hand-drawn note upon an oak night stand You've got to fight it cause if you hide it It will only bring you down You've got to fight it cause if you hide it It will only bring you down Paramedics arrived. No one surprised by this scene Asked some simple questions and then quickly they did leave One person's belongings suddenly another's stress For everything we've owned there'll be nothing we'll have kept You've got to fight it cause if you hide it It will only bring you down You've got to fight it cause if you hide it It will only bring you down You've got to fight it cause if you hide it It will only bring you down You've got to fight it cause if you hide it It will only bring you down