Saturday, January 01, 2005

ALL I DO IS BATTLE AND TALK ABOUT DRUG'S by ACTONE

Here's some more drug-talk.I try and try, time and time again and I//Just don't know why, I must be high//It's a sickness... I'm addicted//Yeah, I'm addicted...I rip this shit specifically//To tell you cats how sick is me//But not in the sense of rappin and battlin//More in the sense that I gotta have heroin//Harrowing was the path that I walked on//Surrounded by lines, both powder and chalk ones//First time bought one, I knew I was all done//Them bags got a way to make you just want em//You need em, it's evil, some seek it with needles//Stealing from people and feelin the diesel//Coursing through veins, washing the brain//With a warm wave, that takes away all the pain//Of this day by day, strugglin and suffering//We all go through, some more than others//I found an escape, buying bundles to numb it//Seems I just sniff and throw up all my money//I totalled my car, and lost my apartment//Never once thought that I oughta just stop it//Often I cop it, and I feel like I'm droppin//Falling through life, having nothing accomplished//It's not what I wanted, I didn't predict this//To live an existence controlled by addiction//Taking for granted the things I've been given//Hurting my family, begging forgiveness//I try and try, time and time again and I//Just don't know why, I must be high//It's a sickness... I'm addicted//Yeah, I'm addicted...

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