Kryptic

He would stay up every night
Sniffing coke in his room.
Mixing up the kinda dope
That you can cook with a spoon
Keep him thinking
While he's drinking down a bottle of proof
Just a modern alcoholic
Couldn't swallow the truth
All his anger and aggression
He could bottle it too
Until hes drowning at the bottom
what the bottle will do
He got blood on his hands
He got vomit on his shoes
He be flying like a comet
Or a rocket to the moon
He be tripping out
Like peter pan
With pockets full of shrooms
Peter piper puffed a pack of
Of product through a tube
Then his heart stopped beating
And the body exhumed
I am talking about the drugs
That you probably consume
Bet you did it with your friends
Cause you thought that it was cool
You can buy it on the internet
Or try it at your school
You can try it at a party
And go drown inside a pool
So we can tell your parents
That their son died a fool

Before I was a father
Bag a ball up
While I burn a cheque
What you wanna call it
Alcoholic? Popping Percocet
Nervous wreck, flying with the birds
I'm a fucking mess
Noose around my neck
From the stress I had nothing left
I hear them knocking
But they cant come in
Fall asleep, wake up and I do it again
Rolling dice with the drug game
Where Nobody wins
We're all living in sin
All you wanted was more
Got you pouring out the liquor
That you robbed from store
Popping shots to the cops
As he dropped to the floor
Blood leaking from the stomach
Cant talk anymore
I think its time that I should stop
And give Hip-Hop a divorce
I see the devil in the darkness
I'm lighting the torch
I'm still fighting for my fans
The ones who show their support
Upon my death they can judge me
At my day in court
I'm about to show the world
What god made me for