On Drugs
Why do I get high
I like to pacify my mind
It's a one way love
With these drugs
Why do I get high
I like to pacify my mind
It's a one way love
With these drugs
Amidst a starving generation
Instant gratification
And cash rules fast food
Nothing substant
But what we abuse
Flaming addiction
It's hot in the kitchen
Red hot eyes up high
With no light but we fire
No pilot we fly
No sky, but we high,
Til we fry, no liar cuz
This, is, your, brain,
On drugs, on drug
Catch 22 you win and you lose
That's the luck of the draw
And I just took a loss
Hi turn to low
Lucky is a monkey paw
On that Edgar Allan Poe
They say a picture is worth a thousand words
and right now I'm at a loss so I guess I'll draw
Some of the mess I saw
I didn't feel the need
To bring it up in stress my mom
I invest high cost
Just to flex my cross
And I wear it on a chain
But it ain't no change
Except to those
Impressed by charm
And I a press by stars
I'd rather than to bless my heart
Careless about the fame
I'm trying to perfect my art
Don't suppress my scars
I express my thought
I ain't got to be accepted
Accepted by God
My God, why so dark,
I aint seen the Sun in a while
N***** in the hood don't smile
What's up dog why so hard
He say the streets
Will show you no love
You can tote your soul
In your pocket
And you wear your heart
On your sleeve
Until they rob your shirt
And your jeans
And then they leave you
Holding your wallet
When they take
The money up out it
Gloves will hold a chrome object
That would stop
A Golden Glove boxer
N***** ain't trying to get blessed by no profit
Not out in these projects
They would rather see less of a current ins is
The effects are less on their profits because
This, is, your, brain,
On drugs, on drug
Urban inhabitant Vow to the Lord against verbally Baboling
Sturring the gift and
Disturbing the foundry
Modern day Babylon grappling apathy
Rapping in passages scrapbook of masterpiece
In this bag strapped to me
Bandit extension my paint brushes tag the street
John Michel Basquiat
Shades of grey ashing weed
Driving past Mickey D's
I'm a put my please and peas
And queues,yes ma'am
Just don't f*** up my food
I'm talking about
I like to pacify my mind
It's a one way love
With these drugs
Why do I get high
I like to pacify my mind
It's a one way love
With these drugs
Amidst a starving generation
Instant gratification
And cash rules fast food
Nothing substant
But what we abuse
Flaming addiction
It's hot in the kitchen
Red hot eyes up high
With no light but we fire
No pilot we fly
No sky, but we high,
Til we fry, no liar cuz
This, is, your, brain,
On drugs, on drug
Catch 22 you win and you lose
That's the luck of the draw
And I just took a loss
Hi turn to low
Lucky is a monkey paw
On that Edgar Allan Poe
They say a picture is worth a thousand words
and right now I'm at a loss so I guess I'll draw
Some of the mess I saw
I didn't feel the need
To bring it up in stress my mom
I invest high cost
Just to flex my cross
And I wear it on a chain
But it ain't no change
Except to those
Impressed by charm
And I a press by stars
I'd rather than to bless my heart
Careless about the fame
I'm trying to perfect my art
Don't suppress my scars
I express my thought
I ain't got to be accepted
Accepted by God
My God, why so dark,
I aint seen the Sun in a while
N***** in the hood don't smile
What's up dog why so hard
He say the streets
Will show you no love
You can tote your soul
In your pocket
And you wear your heart
On your sleeve
Until they rob your shirt
And your jeans
And then they leave you
Holding your wallet
When they take
The money up out it
Gloves will hold a chrome object
That would stop
A Golden Glove boxer
N***** ain't trying to get blessed by no profit
Not out in these projects
They would rather see less of a current ins is
The effects are less on their profits because
This, is, your, brain,
On drugs, on drug
Urban inhabitant Vow to the Lord against verbally Baboling
Sturring the gift and
Disturbing the foundry
Modern day Babylon grappling apathy
Rapping in passages scrapbook of masterpiece
In this bag strapped to me
Bandit extension my paint brushes tag the street
John Michel Basquiat
Shades of grey ashing weed
Driving past Mickey D's
I'm a put my please and peas
And queues,yes ma'am
Just don't f*** up my food
I'm talking about
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