Jackson opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a small prescription bottle. He pushed down on the lid, then turned it to the left. He poured several small, blue pills onto his palm--at least twelve--then tossed them into his mouth. He turned on the sink, then put his hands together under the faucet, collecting water. When he had enough, he poured the liquid between his lips. He swallowed the contents that filled his mouth, throwing his head back as he closed his eyes.
My mom loved valium and lots of drugs
That's why I am like I am 'cause I'm like her
Because my mom loved valium and lots of drugs
That's why I'm on what I'm on 'cause I'm my mom
After a moment, Jackson turned off the faucet. He stared at his reflection in the mirror.
My mom, my mom
I know you're probably tired of hearing 'bout my mom
Oh-ho, whoa-ho
But this is just a story
Of when I was just a shorty
And how I became hooked on va-al-iu-um
After several minutes of standing there, Jackson became weak. He put his hands on the sides of the sink, supporting himself. His breathing was shallow. He had to physically force his eyes to stay open so he could look at his reflection.
His pupils were dilated. He rubbed his eyes with one hand as his vision blurred, having trouble holding himself up.
Valium was in everything
Food that I ate
The water that I drank
F***in' peas on my plate
She sprinkled just enough of it to season my steak
So everyday I'd have at least three stomach aches
Jackson wanted more. He needed more.
Now tell me, what kinda mother would wanna see her
Son grow up to be an under-a-f***in'-chiever
My teacher didn't think I was going be nothing either
"What the f*** you stickin' gum up under the f***in' seat for?
Mrs. Mathers, your son has been huffin' ether
Either that or the mother f***er's been puffin' reefer"
But all this huffin' and puffin' wasn't what it was either
It was neither
I was buzzin' but it wasn't what she thought
He reached for the bottle, but accidentally knocked it off of the counter.
The pills scattered all over the floor.
Pee in a tea cup?
B**** you ain't my keeper
I'm sleeping
What the f*** you keep on f***in' with me for?
Sl*t you need to leave me the
F*** alone
I ain't playing
Go find you a white crayon
And color a f***in' zebra
Jackson staggered toward the small tablets. He bent over to pick them up, but fell over, hitting his head against the floor hard. But he felt no pain.
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That's why I am like I am 'cause I'm like her
Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That's why I'm on what I'm on 'cause I'm my mom
Jackson couldn't hold his eyes open anymore. He allowed darkness to take over.
Wait a minute, this ain't dinner
This is paint thinner
"You ate it yesterday
I ain't hear no complaints did I?
Now here's a plate full of pain killers
Now just wait till I
Crush the Valium and put it in your potatoes
Ya' little mother f***er
I'll make you sit there and make that
Retarded f***in' face
Without even tastin' it
You better lick the f***in' plate
You ain't wasting it
Put your face in it
'Fore I throw you in the basement again
And I ain't givin' in
You're gonna just sit there in one f***in' place
Finnickin' till next Thanksgivin' and
If you still ain't finished it
I'll use the same s*** again
Then when I make spinach dip
It will be placed in the s***
You little s***
Wanna sit there and play innocent
A rack fell and hit me at K-Mart
And they witnessed it
Child support, your father
He ain't sent the s***
And so what if he did
It's none of your dang business kid"
"Mr. Jackson?" The voice was low and slow to the dizzy teen, echoing in his ears. There were several knocks at the door. "Mr. Jackson? Mr. Jackson?"
Several other low-pitched voices joined the first.
After a minute, the voices were closer.
"Mr. Jackson?" It was a man. "Mr. Jackson, can you hear me?" After a pause, he said, "Okay. He's not responding. I'm gonna need an eighteen gauge left AC right away."
A woman spoke. "BP is ninety over palp. Respiration's at eight. Okay. I'm tubing him."
"D.M.C., this is medic forty-one."
A voice came from a walkie-talkie "Medic forty-one, this is D.M.C. base. Go ahead."
The woman said, "He's cold. Spike him back and grab the back board."
"Okay. Got it. On three. One…Two…Three…" He grunted. "Let's move."
My mom, there's no one else quite like my mom
I know I should let bygones be bygones
But she's the reason why I am high on what I'm high on
The paramedics rolled the stretcher though the house until coming outside. They hurried toward the waiting ambulance.
Other medics helped them to lift the stretcher into the back of the vehicle.
The doors slammed closed.
Cause my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That's why I am like I am 'cause I'm like her
Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That's why I'm on what I'm on 'cause I'm my mom
After over twenty minutes, the ambulance was gone and the crowd of nosy neighbors had dispersed.
This incident left several people to wonder what had happened.
My mom
Loved valium
Now all I am
Is a party animal
I am what I am
But I'm strong to be finished with me valium spinach
But my bars only last about two minutes
But I don't wanna swallow it without chewin' it
I can't even write a rhyme without you in it
My valium, my va-al-iu-um man
In the ambulance, the man spoke into his walkie-talkie. "D.M.C., we have a teenage male found down, unresponsive; possible overdose; substance unknown. Pulse is sixty and thready. Respiration's eight. He's intubated and we're bagging him now; BP: ninety over palp. Patient is cool, pale, and diaphoretic; has aspirated. G.S.E. is three. We'll update enroute. E.T.A.: ten minutes."
Man I never thought that I could ever be
A drug addict
Nah, f*** that I can't have it happen to me
But that's actually
What has ended up happenin'
A tragedy
The f***in' past ended up catchin' me
And that's probably where I got acquainted with the taste ain't it?
Pharmaceuticals are the bomb ma beautiful
She killed the f***in' dog with the medicine she done fed it
Feed it a f***in' aspirin and say that it has a headache
The doctor pushed the doors open, walking toward the group of young teens.
An Asian girl quickly stood, turning to look at the man. She was worried. "Is he gonna be okay?"
"Here want a snack
You hungry you f***in' brat
Look at that, it's a Xanax
Take it and take a nap
Eat it," But I don't need it
"Well f*** it then break it up
Take a little piece and beat it before you wake Nathan up"
Alright Ma you win
I don't feel like arguin'
I'll do it
Pop it gobble it and start wobbling
Stumble hobble tumble slip trip then I fall in bed
With a bottle of meds and a Heath Ledger bobble head
"I'm sorry. We lost him."
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That's why I am like I am 'cause I'm like her
Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That's why I'm on what I'm on 'cause I'm my mom
Thanks to all of my readers, especially jelissalover and omg-degrassi.