My Message

Lyric battles going back and forth
rap players driving lamborghinis
and porsches its about real life
drug wars another robbery at the

liquor store wealth more Im content
when I walk out the door Ill be in
heaven with the lord Ive heard so
much of the rap game my ears are

sore when does it stop when another
body washes up on the shore I dont
even want to rap anymore more guns
produced on the assembly line what

for to shoot up a person of the
other gang walking by your door
Im done I dont care if I do any
drugs again Ill have the doctor

write a presciption cause you
sell the bottle like the other
addiction my name is addict on
the label selling me more pills

and anything else the dope fiends
are hooked paying cash or they
dont got it living the wrong way
being true to the game few dollars

person turning blue withdraw and
puke muscle aching stuck like glue
the gov sells cigarettes whats the
truth who I am it calms me down

the thing is I havent lit up in
years my lungs are clear so I can
run from the dope dealer and
be here if these lyrics makes a

difference its worth the tears

My brother and sister both have been in sobriety over 20 years... I don't wanna put it in print but my sister was on crack during the 90s epidemic and I hated drugs SO much, but around and in the "game" that my mom knew about - we would fight. I would ask her which side was worse and she'd tolerate it. I use to be SO mean to feans and couldn't understand that behavior - it personally irritated me. Judge and you shall become can be some real shit - but nah I've had too much therapy to end up there for real. BUT thru this entire hell - it's been the crack heads to help and throw the best advice. Don't judge, don't judge, don't judge... like in 'Alladin' ... the diamond almost always comes from the rough.