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Another track off his upcoming project, "Is Angry Mic Still Alive?"
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VERSE ONE:
Mama's little angel got a bottle of pain pills
Now he's about to raise hell, kill a million brain cells
Feeling like a building in Bangladesh, unstable
(Chill) Don't say chill, it ain't gonna make my rage quell
My girl can't placate, walks on eggshells
I've been this way since age 12, can I change still?
Used to split a case of Schaefer with Cahill
Those were the days, man, but then everything became real
Dave sold a 8-ball to fucking April, she's eight months
And don't give a fuck about prenatal
Care for that 'caine (Cain), she'll do akin like Able
Born the same year, no wonder she didn't age well
What in Sam Hill? We run the same drill
Sister hates her job, fuck it, gotta pay bills
Wasn't doctors putting haze on that weight scale?
On our way to Craig's with that feeling that we can't fail
I wanna go back, what am I thinking?
There are things in my past that I wish were a figment
So when I'm reminiscing, it's just a better rendition
Of the shit that should have put me inside of federal prison
Should have made better decisions, instead I never will listen
Incredulous, never meant when I said I was quitting
Knowing addiction in our district, kids got addicted
Chris could get a script for something different, yeah, I'll have a smidgen
And do I miss it? I'm in a better place now
But all it takes is a fucking mental breakdown
To get away, some of them take the base (Cocaine) route, some got Special K (Ketamine)
Some just praying to fucking space out
The dope I smoke and the Molson XXX's presents the closest nexus
To copacetic coping methods of broken records
I'm known to lecture, my whole perspective's a loaded weapon
Be my codefendant and catch a bullet with both intestines
In my adolescence I ingested depressants
Never thought the past can have effects on the present
Peer pressure beckoned, you bet I had to impress them
Instead of one, I had seven, then wait for the shit to set in
VERSE TWO
Nothing's fucking playing up, better have a backup
Make a hundred grand and hope they pass the tax cut
Sucks being my fan, I sorta get distracted
I won't substitute substance for a smash hit
I'm a tad blitzed so these tablets are fucking with my synapses
Start to wonder if I'm spastic as I run into oncoming traffic
I'm back, bitch, not to make you fucking click on Datpiff
Fact is, rap is hapless, don't love you
You were just something to do when I was stuck in summer school
Shit I put my mother through, I run with a crew
That would drum up a hullabaloo, introduced me to drugs I abused
This bud's for you, and to prove that I wasn't a tool
After chugging one or two, that's when the trouble ensued
No repercussions when you're young and you're fronting rules
Plus only God can judge him, refuse 'til you're fucking recused
I'm just a narcissist who thought that this could get him through some awful shit
It often did, I would spit instead of jumping off a bridge, call it quits
As I Iost it, ??? ??? my lost product is
(Mike!) Why can't you just move on from it?
Prob kid who never thought positive as I spotted trends of
Drug dependent alcoholism amongst all of my friends
We're gonna take Klonopin and head to RU (Rutgers University), are you in?
Are you in? Of course I am, forced my hand because I was floored again
Been thinking, binge drinking is instinctive
It's just liquid but I have six and I'm indifferent
The king dip shit, swift kicking the sick diction
No encryption, if you don't get it, forget Princeton
You're too stupid, yo, look, we been through this
You want new music? I haven’t exhausted my excuses
I'd be upset too if the student became Confucius
And wanted nothing to do with you motherfuckers
I was an up and comer, making dudes duck in cover
But I would think nothing of it, just pour me another double
No need for a Michael Buffer, I know that you fucking owe me
It's the noble anti-social who could never drink socially
Sadly as Bradely (Nowell) showed me, 40s, OZs, an oldie
OD'd on coke and codeine, discovered cold with a nose bleed
My cronies were close to clones to me
Back when this shit was posed to me
For these drones he voted
Any notion of diplomacy
Much simpler times, drugs which we could buy
Physicians up to prescribe, nobody wondering why
Asking what are the side-effects of bumping designer drugs?
Up in the parent's cupboards, what could we find?
We just loved to get high, Pfizer doubled in size
My buddy had to get his stomach pumped but he survived
I push rewind and realized what I done with my time
I find it both troubling and fucking sublime