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so sick of not talking, sick of loses,

sick of never having cash up in my wallet

 

I hear the plug calling and i'm feeling nauseous

cause i know in a minute i can have it stashed in my closet

 

and if i need to i can make it flip for the very first time up in my

life i finally got a grip, but the streets keep calling i hope i don't slip

 

cause it'd only take one call for me to get a script you don't know

what i've been through, so many time's i had a barrel to my temple

 

so fucking tempted to pop it just like a pimple i got so many problem's

i wish it was simple, my parent's always worked so i hung out on the streets

 

my role models all popped pills and smoked weed, i seen it all only when i

was only 13 everytime i looked around i seen a mutherfuckin dope fiend

 

this whole town went to shit, every week another overdose, some kid i grew

up with, i thought that this was suppose to be a good place to raise a kid

 

but everywhere u turn someone's always fucked up on some shit

i used to think that i was cool gripping a bottle smoking blunts and skipping

 

school i hate myself so much for everything i put my mama through

every time i screamed in your face i should have hugged you

 

all she wanted was for me to graduate, i finally did, i seen the tears rolling

down her face thats the first time i felt normal sense 2008 thats when my pap

 

got sick, the next passed away, on christmas morning and it fucked me up

to tell the truth i think thats why i turned to drugs, started getting into fights and

 

acting tough acting out to every single person who showed me love

sometime's i feel like no one understands me like i'm a black sheep in front

 

of my family, my mom's disappointed telling me all the thing's i could be

a doctor a lawyer that just don't make me happy