Pen and pad lying here next to me
I take one purple pill of ecstacy
I see visions that I have been blessed to see
This has gotta be the best of me
My rhymes just ascended to the next level
My reward for selling my soul to the devil
Forget rushdie, these are what I call satanic verses
It’s amazing how people will pay you to hear curses
Now I’m hallucinating, seeing pretty nurses
I wait till they turn and snatch their purses
Go to the club and buy more E
Pop some and fly free
I’d sell both my kidneys just to get high
Don’t think I didn’t try
But they busted the doctor and his whole racket
Now I like to say I ain’t no addict
I just got a bad habit
No one gets hooked if they take it in fair doses
Tell that to the people who stuff sugar up their noses
‘Coz they in rehab but they want it so bad
Looking at it can make you so sad
But listening to this makes me so mad
Come on I ain’t no junkie
Look at me I ain’t no flunkie
And before you know it the man you knew yesterday as a poet
Screams “You got some cash, give it to me
Pulls a gun on you, takes your money and squeals in victory
The next week you find him face down in the drain
You hear him crying out in pain
I need some, give me some
You let go of me in fear and run
Disgusted and revolted
I chased you for a while and then I halted
My nervous system was just assaulted
With a series of spasms and jerks
All I could think was “Shit this hurts!”
I need some stimulation
I tried rehabilitation
But that only added to my frustration
But it’s not like you can just make it ok
No amount of orientation can make this go away
Don’t believe what your peers say
Once you are hooked this hollowness is here to stay
It’s like your soul’s dissolving in acid
And your resolve to live goes flaccid
It’s worse than being a spastic
This ain’t close to drastic
You lose your human touch
All that matters is that rush
And your brain gets lost in the flush
Of desperation and thirst
It’s like pain only worse
So what happened after that?
Pretty soon I ran out of cash
But I needed some and needed it fast
The thing about drugs that hits with you with a blast
Is how without them you cannot last
But where would I get the money from?
I already robbed my mom
She threw me out, I’m living in the YMCA dorm
So I took to robbing people in the John
So while they’d be taking a piss
I’d pick their pockets and even if they did miss
I’d be gone by the time they were zipped
But this one time I tripped
And had to go in for 6 months ‘coz I slipped
Now this song ain’t about sexual abuse
Otherwise there’s a lot of material I could use
So what happened after that?
Well, ok here’s the facts
I escaped therapy, tried to rob a cop
Ofcourse I got shot and that’s where I must stop
But my ghost came back to write this
Hope you try and fight this