Pitted Addiction
• Written by GregStone
Everywhere I go, people selling on the street
Junkies twisting tourniquets, injecting on repeat
Take a side glance to the corner of the road
Watch as the hoodies dishing out poison like a toad
Killin' themselves slowly, straight up junkies
Numbing their minds as we watch, grade drug monkeys
With a lethal dose of nonchalance they dish out
Shooting up anything of their pockets, fish out
It's an eternal suicide of the mind,
Take a look at how the smoke leaves them choking and blind
Do you got self esteem, are you leaving it behind
Treat your lungs like a street dog, we knows no kind
They'll take anything, take a couple Aderol
Pop it down with Quaaludes, don't care about collateral
If it's smoking they'll hit anything with filters
Marlboro in a burrow like a nicotine Hitler
Tar baby, that's what's sitting in them butts
Formaldehyde, still kicking in his blood
Carcinogenic? We've got no fucks to give
If it's genetic, well I've got the guts to live
Drug testing, Breathalyzer
Taken in by a drug despiser
Parents oblivious, people don't kid with us
And they don't dare to judge unless they living with us
Till the moment that a fed gets a whiff
Get pulled and arrested: fuck the bailiff
Till I'm sitting in a cell, cut by the sheriff
I'm despicable: I don't care if
My veins they bleed till I'm dripping on the floor
My dealer still selling, stop tripping, give me more
THC in my brain, watch my eyes deaden
Straight core up junkie... Until I bash my head in.
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GregStone
Member since June 24 2016