Youth is a happy time and a carefree time
But sometimes, in these troubled days
The very thoughtlessness of youths has led to a living nightmare
Addiction to drugs, too often acquired with tragic carelessness
May take control of a life
And force actions not dreamed of before
These addicts, life’s only work is to find money for drugs
In their desperation, no means is too foul
Their only goal in life
Is to keep the deadening chemicals forever in their heart’s blood
The cause of this living death is a white powder
Innocent looking, but deadly
Once this was a poppy growing in Italy or Turkey
Or some other hot land
The dried juice of this plant produces opium, a powerful drug
Contained in opium is morphine
Used by doctors to relieve severe pain
I get money, f#ck some b#tches, I got riches in my britches
Man, you talkin’ about that paper, little homie, that’s what this is
Man, I’m chasing seven digits, why you shorter than a midget
Yeah, I talk it like I walk it, and I spit it like I live it
Ever since I was an infant, people told me I was different
When I came up out the womb, I was flyer than a pigeon
Didn’t nobody wanna listen, they too broke to pay attention
All of y’all should go to church and ask the Lord for forgiveness
I’m out cold, yeah I’m frigid, when I spit it is a blizzard
I’m from Detroit, you should come and pay me a visit
I’m a whipped cream wizard, pancakes and the sizzurp
Real suicidalists make it go [busy?]
More and more is needed to produce the same effects
After continued use
The body acquires a physical dependance on opiates
So that withdrawal of the drug causes brief but violent illness
Until the body can make a readjustment
A smaller dose taken into the bloodstream
Inhibits all the functions of the body
By its action in the brain and the central nervous system
But the body gradually builds up a tolerance to the drug
First I wake up, then I bake up, get my cake up, ain’t no pay cut
Ask for forgiveness later, these rappers still some traitors
T-N-T- died in Las Vegas, Mastamind is still a player
It’s NATAS not NAYTAS, these m#th*rf#ck*rs still hate us
I don’t give a f#ck, I’m still playing with them choppers
I got some sh#t that’ll flame broil you like a whopper, pop ya
Hit ya real quick with the thigh-yow
I don’t want a foo foo boo boo sack
Police coming with the pow pow
‘Cause no lives matter, you knew that
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