Finish the lyrics Swallow all these pills with my pride, uh
Married to my highs, you may kiss the bride
Trouble in my brain, see it in my eyes
I got voices in my head, they keep me up at night
Said I was okay, but I'm lying, feel like that I'm dying
Soul screaming, crying, feel my brain frying
Try to numb the pain, all the drugs I been buying
This Oxy gettin' pricey, pour the codeine in the Hi-C
Blood red blend in the Hi-C
I've been doing so much wrong
Even though ma told me to do the right thing
Poppin' pills all night long
In the studio pourin' out my feelings
Can't explain this feeling
Kinda feels like I'm losing
Even though I'm winning

Read this excerpt from rudolfo anaya’s essay “take the tortillas out of your poetry.”tortillas and poetry. they go hand in hand. books nourish the spirit, bread nourishes our bodies. our distinct cultures nourish each one of us, and as we know more and more about the art and literature of the different cultures, we become freer and freer. . i don’t know anyone who doesn’t like to sample different ethnic foods, the breads of many many groups; just as many of us enjoy sampling books from different areas of the world. i travel to foreign countries, and i know more about myself as i learn more about my fellow human beings. censorship imposes itself in my path of knowledge, and that activity can be justified by no one. which of these changes would make this excerpt more argumentative? using words that affect the audience’s sense of trustusing less repetition of certain words and phrasesincluding words that address logic and reasonincluding words that are charged with emotion