Heroin
Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 3:05 am
Maybe I got bored watching time dragging and that’s why I’m chasing the dragon/
Popping syringes in the lab and searching my veins until I stab one/
The dope heals my soul like a Rabbi, my magic carpet floating like Alladin/
Problems disappear like I never had ‘em, consumes the time I used to spend rappin’/
It’s endless the lengths that I go to keep myself in syringes that drown my senses/
Hopping picket fences and robbing houses with a vengeance, stuff I shouldn’t mention/
List of crimes committed extensive, snatch a purse off the defenseless/
Unwashed and demented, this life don’t come highly recommended/
Dope fiends in my apartment, lethargic shooting shit like it’s a target/
My habit is the largest and my nights as black as Marcus Garvey/
On the narcotic tip cause the habit is too hard to kick/
Getting blue lips off this black market shit, reaping what I harvested/
But good things never last and my door gets crashed down by the task wearing black masks/
I’m drastically shackled and dramatically packed in the back of a paddy-wagon/
But those cops saved my ass cause the next step was that toe-tagging action/
Mind blasting how I missed catching AIDS when it’s spreading like a fashion/
Thinking I’m heading for the prison when the judge hands me a suspended sentence/
Trying to get religion but it’s hard when I spent my life ripping off some pensions/
Headed home trying to keep myself off the dope with daily shots of methadone/
A junkie’s life a tragic poem crossed with a weeping widow’s suicide note/
Want to stay clean but my doom is calling through the gloom of a little balloon and a metal spoon/
The pain of my addiction as big as this room and starts to bloom like a magic mushroom/
My mind spinning like some bicycle spokes knowing I’m a die from an overdose/
Why fight the life that I chose with this knife to my own throat
Popping syringes in the lab and searching my veins until I stab one/
The dope heals my soul like a Rabbi, my magic carpet floating like Alladin/
Problems disappear like I never had ‘em, consumes the time I used to spend rappin’/
It’s endless the lengths that I go to keep myself in syringes that drown my senses/
Hopping picket fences and robbing houses with a vengeance, stuff I shouldn’t mention/
List of crimes committed extensive, snatch a purse off the defenseless/
Unwashed and demented, this life don’t come highly recommended/
Dope fiends in my apartment, lethargic shooting shit like it’s a target/
My habit is the largest and my nights as black as Marcus Garvey/
On the narcotic tip cause the habit is too hard to kick/
Getting blue lips off this black market shit, reaping what I harvested/
But good things never last and my door gets crashed down by the task wearing black masks/
I’m drastically shackled and dramatically packed in the back of a paddy-wagon/
But those cops saved my ass cause the next step was that toe-tagging action/
Mind blasting how I missed catching AIDS when it’s spreading like a fashion/
Thinking I’m heading for the prison when the judge hands me a suspended sentence/
Trying to get religion but it’s hard when I spent my life ripping off some pensions/
Headed home trying to keep myself off the dope with daily shots of methadone/
A junkie’s life a tragic poem crossed with a weeping widow’s suicide note/
Want to stay clean but my doom is calling through the gloom of a little balloon and a metal spoon/
The pain of my addiction as big as this room and starts to bloom like a magic mushroom/
My mind spinning like some bicycle spokes knowing I’m a die from an overdose/
Why fight the life that I chose with this knife to my own throat