Jeffrey Pipes Guice

New Orleans
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In The Middle Of My Trip

Our house, in the middle of my trip...
Our house, in the middle of my slip...
I keep on trying to get clean...
Daddy’s hiding...
Momma’s crying...
My pusher’s here... he keeps supplying...

I remember when everything was fine...
We were a lovely family; the sun would shine...
I smoked some pot to find cloud nine...

Our house, in the middle of my trip...
Our house, in the middle of my slip...
I keep trying hard to make the scene...
My girlfriend’s cheating...
My friends are beating...
My pusher’s here and I keep retreating...

I remember when everything was fine...
We were a lovely family; the sun would shine...
I snorted some coke to find cloud nine...

Our house, in the middle of my trip...
Our house, in the middle of my slip...
My dogs are snoring...
My sister’s whoring...
My pusher’s here and I keep scoring...

I remember when everything was fine...
We were a lovely family; the sun would shine...
I dropped some acid to find cloud nine...

Our house, in the middle of my trip...
Our house, in the middle of my slip...
The cops are raiding...
My life is fading...
Our house is gone and it’s so degrading...

I can’t remember a thing I said...
It’s all gone now and I am dead...

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