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Needles on the car floor,
liquor in the car door ,
Crack crackling and sizzles mixing with the weed smoke
Surprised me the needle grew a voice,
and this is what it said:
Hey Mike what's up with that nice new cash,
50 for the half rock,
75 powdered grams,
Bell ringers, back packs,
plus the dealer of that dope is the heroin in the flesh,
hollowed out eyes, still she dresses the best.
If you buy her whole stash maybe she could make the rent,
then you would be the hero,
how you feel about that?
I don't fight back, just just put me where it flows...
I replied, wait, I didn't.
I was brain dead coke numb dope sick lag.
Haven't been sober since before I cut class,
12 years old then chocking from the cigarette smoke.
Coke laced bud,
I was Chronic Chronicle,
I could walk through walls,
I could out right popes.
So stubborn in the cupboards where'd my medicines.
14 faking migraines, in hospitals 150 cc's of the demoral
walk out like I'm superman my first clear headed choice that I could win it all.
Now the voices in my head keep me up at night,
See, damage in my brain was done.
It's obvious the warnings but in the moment I felt safe and fun,
Now I'm 20 with no money and all my safety's gone.
Because my brain is dumb.
Worked since 14 made 20 grand and every cent is down the drain, in my veins, blackening my only lungs.
Now instead Holy there's some never ending holes in my mind where the devils stories rung.
Maybe if all the freestyles and doped up raps I did all alone had been recorded I'd be famous some...
But no I choose to speed through all my youth now my future looks all shady huh?
The pipe interjects:
Michael why you giving up?
Come right here just take a puff,
it's just you and me and Mary's love
Just let your mind unwind,
let those demons fill your mind,
at least you choose to spark the vine,
At least your bold enough to wine.
Excuses we here them all the time.
Admit those schizophrenic trips are like a rush, when it's all you ******* have...
I respond,
I've kicked you one, twice, thirty times if that.
Inside my skull is rotten chemicals are all whack,
Take my lithium with liquor tell the cameras take their pictures.
Oh wait, the watch that was on my wrist is on the sidewalk smashed,
and that's not the paparazzi that's cops with a fine wanting cash.
They've got me pinned against wall taking you away pipe, making me sad.
Now the piggies bring me blankets in my hospital bed.
Now I'm stuck coming down freaking out the pretty nurses get mad,
I've completely lost my mind and all control calling out names, bad.
Now the blues lights blue paper me, just like that.
Now I'm burning through Spring in a Harbor all pads.
Fake sanity to escape then I'm back.
Put the anti psychotics in the washer watch their skittles fix that.
The bottle says:
Ha Ha Ha,
Michael that was no argument,
just another handicapped ramp through your rampage on how you are so depressed,
now take a sip from me and then tell me who's the best.
We were homeless in Brunswick together on top of worlds crazy lovely beating our chest,
Now I say that it's ours cause YOUR courage doesn't exist
Give the cap a little twist let 40 ounces heal your wrist,
Let 5 o'clock stay forever make that your one and only wish.
You were such a cool guy with all your homeless friends puking out the window of a driving car with fingers flipped.
Wait a minute, I answer,
That was a slopped up, given up, mistakes with the pen,
Without you I may someday drive a Benz.
This is fantasy used as a fantastic defense.
You can't reach me through my hopes,
cause my hopes tall stacks.
I gave you all my quarters now I want those nickles back.
I'll be far far away before I ever look back.
I walk through the slaughterhouse with open hands and fodder out,
feeding all my sins so that they grow to creep my father out,
Cutting through the lines into heaven so we can tare, burn 'em, get higher from the winner's smoke.
Michael one year in, one year in, still stock more then I will ever show,
It's kind of silly how I always mention something about how eye's will glow.
It must be really that I'm clutching on the light that's not so fragile anymore, I'm where the hateful go.
I am the final date, I am the centerfold.
Yes there's some pearly gates, that's a decoy though.
All the best fun's down in you know where all action is permitted bringing you know who fell down back home.
For whom the bells tolls, I'm ringing every one.
Drama, a second sword of mine, Just ain't my only one.
liquor in the car door ,
Crack crackling and sizzles mixing with the weed smoke
Surprised me the needle grew a voice,
and this is what it said:
Hey Mike what's up with that nice new cash,
50 for the half rock,
75 powdered grams,
Bell ringers, back packs,
plus the dealer of that dope is the heroin in the flesh,
hollowed out eyes, still she dresses the best.
If you buy her whole stash maybe she could make the rent,
then you would be the hero,
how you feel about that?
I don't fight back, just just put me where it flows...
I replied, wait, I didn't.
I was brain dead coke numb dope sick lag.
Haven't been sober since before I cut class,
12 years old then chocking from the cigarette smoke.
Coke laced bud,
I was Chronic Chronicle,
I could walk through walls,
I could out right popes.
So stubborn in the cupboards where'd my medicines.
14 faking migraines, in hospitals 150 cc's of the demoral
walk out like I'm superman my first clear headed choice that I could win it all.
Now the voices in my head keep me up at night,
See, damage in my brain was done.
It's obvious the warnings but in the moment I felt safe and fun,
Now I'm 20 with no money and all my safety's gone.
Because my brain is dumb.
Worked since 14 made 20 grand and every cent is down the drain, in my veins, blackening my only lungs.
Now instead Holy there's some never ending holes in my mind where the devils stories rung.
Maybe if all the freestyles and doped up raps I did all alone had been recorded I'd be famous some...
But no I choose to speed through all my youth now my future looks all shady huh?
The pipe interjects:
Michael why you giving up?
Come right here just take a puff,
it's just you and me and Mary's love
Just let your mind unwind,
let those demons fill your mind,
at least you choose to spark the vine,
At least your bold enough to wine.
Excuses we here them all the time.
Admit those schizophrenic trips are like a rush, when it's all you ******* have...
I respond,
I've kicked you one, twice, thirty times if that.
Inside my skull is rotten chemicals are all whack,
Take my lithium with liquor tell the cameras take their pictures.
Oh wait, the watch that was on my wrist is on the sidewalk smashed,
and that's not the paparazzi that's cops with a fine wanting cash.
They've got me pinned against wall taking you away pipe, making me sad.
Now the piggies bring me blankets in my hospital bed.
Now I'm stuck coming down freaking out the pretty nurses get mad,
I've completely lost my mind and all control calling out names, bad.
Now the blues lights blue paper me, just like that.
Now I'm burning through Spring in a Harbor all pads.
Fake sanity to escape then I'm back.
Put the anti psychotics in the washer watch their skittles fix that.
The bottle says:
Ha Ha Ha,
Michael that was no argument,
just another handicapped ramp through your rampage on how you are so depressed,
now take a sip from me and then tell me who's the best.
We were homeless in Brunswick together on top of worlds crazy lovely beating our chest,
Now I say that it's ours cause YOUR courage doesn't exist
Give the cap a little twist let 40 ounces heal your wrist,
Let 5 o'clock stay forever make that your one and only wish.
You were such a cool guy with all your homeless friends puking out the window of a driving car with fingers flipped.
Wait a minute, I answer,
That was a slopped up, given up, mistakes with the pen,
Without you I may someday drive a Benz.
This is fantasy used as a fantastic defense.
You can't reach me through my hopes,
cause my hopes tall stacks.
I gave you all my quarters now I want those nickles back.
I'll be far far away before I ever look back.
I walk through the slaughterhouse with open hands and fodder out,
feeding all my sins so that they grow to creep my father out,
Cutting through the lines into heaven so we can tare, burn 'em, get higher from the winner's smoke.
Michael one year in, one year in, still stock more then I will ever show,
It's kind of silly how I always mention something about how eye's will glow.
It must be really that I'm clutching on the light that's not so fragile anymore, I'm where the hateful go.
I am the final date, I am the centerfold.
Yes there's some pearly gates, that's a decoy though.
All the best fun's down in you know where all action is permitted bringing you know who fell down back home.
For whom the bells tolls, I'm ringing every one.
Drama, a second sword of mine, Just ain't my only one.
