Clean

Yo I thrive on these drugs that stay coursing through my veins,

Tried to go clean once just to find it's all in vain,

Tried to go clean twice just to find it's all the same,

I can go clean thrice, but it'd probably blow my brain.

Man I wake up everyday, hating life in every way,

And my only consolation is these rhymes that I slay,

But i know that my damnation's getting closer every day,

And I'm watching my salvation drift ever farther away

I spent 2 whole years popping pills on the daily,

Parents blaming percocets they say it made me lazy.

Well how the fuck should I know mom Ya know my mind's hazy

And how the fuck would you know mom you know you're kinda crazy?

It's insane, the chain smoked joints of Mary Jane,

Leaving piles of black ash on my windowpane,

With the names of strains still spinning round my brain,

As I pen these raps up here on Proctor Lane.