Stolen Soul

Being an addict addicted to a habit has me acting sick

i just can't handle it i always have to have a hit

I always have a pipe packed with a sack of it

either crank or crack it doesn't matter just pass the ....

to keep my high going without any sleep for weeks

I'm just a freaking tweak thinking i don't need to eat

losing weight looking for the place where fools are pushing weight

crave the taste because I'm hooked and i don't think i could escape

from this addiction always on a mish for getting more

forgetting life cuz hitting pipes is what i'm living for

this is a war I'm fighting daily who in this life could save me

my life is crazy maybe ill just die to day escaping

this bondage that I'm in its obvious I'm gone

it's gotta be a problem that evolved into a dominate sin

i caught up in a game played with out no extra men

it's more sick then excrement festering were just the best of friends

 

DRUGS!

 

 

chorus

 

verse 2

my entire life is defined by my dire need

put the fire to the pipe smoke gets inside of me

through my throat to my lungs filling up my blood stream

its sick but i must admit I'm nothing but a drug fiend

doing dumb things just for drugs so disgusting

im stuck on the one thing that next hit it sucks me

in like a suction letting it win as i suck in

the chemical compound designed to erupt in

my mind corrupting my inner self

im tripping how i got stuck in this living hell

my systems down as it malfunctions I'm crystals victim

she's like a missile ripping through my flesh like circumcisions

when i gave birth to the worst decision i ever made

to take that first hit it hurt like surgical incisions

with merciless persistence and my little to none resistance

i was afflicted in submission given over to it

 

DRUGS!

 

chorus

 

verse 3

the source of it is sorcery its forcing me with force

on a crash course deporting me on the wrong path of course

it was having intercourse with me straight having its way with me

not chance for an abortion i had to have its baby

i got the magic sack from pharmacists at pharmacies

it had me acting like a larcenist committing larcenies

i was in the realm where satanic stars exist

charging it to credit cards sold of the market quick

what i thought was a bargain marked me with a triple 6

i couldn't be a part from it i was a part of it

or better yet it was a part of me it had me in the dark i

incarcerated at the heart as it was hardening

flowing through my arteries man i could hardly breath

i was like a harlot blind i could hardly see

i was treated like a prostitute it always got my loot

i was lost till i sought the truth of the cross the Fathers proof

 

JESUS!