Under the heavy influence of a midnight haze
I feel groggy and confused; I feel kinda dazed
Inhaling the soupy mist fills my lungs and blood
With a potent portent of what is to come...
Then just as I am ready to puke
A stranger pulls up as if by fluke
He hails me down like he knows me so well
I sidle up to his side as if under a spell...
"Open wide," he says, "this party is about to begin
...
I need a sample of your cells to test for your sins
...
Hear my voice and command, you really need to show
...
Your true colours and the stains of living low
...
I'm having you dusted."
He didn't offer a choice
With his stentorian voice
All I could do was obey
So silently, I prayed
That once he completed his task
I could escape and make a dash,
Feel the sun's rays on my back
And forget about all the love I lacked...
I have been dusted.
It's been so long that I have felt free
...
To recall my youth and times carefree
...
I welcome the new scent and light of the day
...
When I can breathe easy and move on my way
...
No more being dusted.
No more living in the dark
No more having to survive
On the bench in the park.
Do you know how I've adjusted
To all that life's thrown at me?
I've had to hit the pavement
Beg, borrow, breakdown and plead for mercy.
I was dusted.
