Like The Wind

Just when I feel like turning my back
The beat like a drug calling me back
But it don't really give a fuck
If I'm rich or I'm poor, If I'm well or I'm sick
(If I ever get a hit) Or if I'm blowing in the wind

Check the man in the mirror, not quite looking myself
Black rings under my eyes, vision of some bad health
Haircut not in months, so my line is gone
My teeth kinda yellow, so much time alone
Its been like 2 weeks, new beats, lock in my basement
Phone cut off, because I forgot to make a payment
Email backup, cats need some litter
I think my girl at her girl's, be gone till the winter
Or gone to the spring, can't really remember
Got a book full of rhymes, but my life is cinders
Box full of books, books full of songs,
Songs full of hooks, and my smell is off
Ain't showered in days and hours
My soul these beats devour, now I need some more
No cane just bass, and I need some more
Like a john or trick, again rolling the strip
I'm addicted to the rhythm and I need another hit

Just when I feel like turning my back
The beat like a drug calling me back
But it don't really give a fuck
If I'm rich or I'm poor, If I'm well or I'm sick
(If I ever get a hit) Or if I'm blowing in the wind

Month later after the last binge, feeling myself
Not dead prez, but visions of some good health
Hit the Zoo for a fresh cut, then the mall for that smell good
New kicks, new fit, Renaissance like I'm Q tip
Man women boogie, and my girl is home
G1 back on, and the love is strong
No beats in weeks, and no relapse signs
No falling off the wagon, occupying my time
Bolted up the basement, my life in Sunshine
No FM in the van, talk shows when we rolling
On my days off, trying to stay off the net
Block the all the music sites, just news to check
Everything going good, no need for the pen
Keep notes in the phone, no records to blend
On a cold turkey diet, get a ring at the door
A cd full of beats, as I drop to the floor

Just when I feel like turning my back
The beat like a drug calling me back
But it don't really give a fuck
If I'm rich or I'm poor, If I'm well or I'm sick
(If I ever get a hit) Or if I'm blowing in the wind