Retired-18
10-09-2004, 01:29 PM
THE LIFE
By one of you own, just out of jail
A whole lot smarter, but broke from bail
This is “Your Life”; If you don’t say nope!
And you dedicate you life to doing dope.
Whether you snort, slam or smoke a glass dick
You sold your soul to something sick.
You won’t notice but your life will change.
You’ll become scary or something strange.
People will offer you food, thinking of your condition.
They see you tore up from malnutrition
Once again, you pass the food on the table
And go do another issue, for now you’re able.
You’ll then spin around town, thinking your cool
F**K what they think, you’re nobody’s fool!
But one by one people leave you alone
They’re starting to see the monster you’ve grown.
First it’s your friends, then your kids and your wife.
Your convinced you don’t need them, trashing your life.
Then one day you realize and finally see
They are all part of some conspiracy.
You’ll shake the thought and do another blast.
Thinking and wondering how long can this last?
What once was days, is now time of no length
Your habit rolls on, growing in strength.
What once was kicks is now too real
You get a brainstorm and think you should deal
Now all the s**t just took a nasty turn!
You jumped into the fire and you’re starting to burn!
At first you’re taken, shaken, treated like a lame.
But before too long you’re hip to the game.
You’re the only one in the world that you can trust
Now all your time is spent making the rounds
First quarters, grams, then ounces and pounds.
And now on to the last chapter of the book
You’ve decided you’re going to become the big cook.
You know in your heart it is going to be trouble.
Sitting in the lab watching the bubble
You’re now a target for the cops, feds and DEA
And knowing all this, you continue to play.
Things in “The Life” are now so f**King intense
You’re thinking, “what happened, it doesn’t make sense.”
Then one day your sitting, minding the store
When sixteen punk cops come crashing through the door.
They slam you down, put their feet in your chest
And say, “Hello, stupid, you’re under arrest!”
You know it is all over when you get to court
And there’s fifteen informants on the police report.
While you walk the yard you have time to reflect.
How your life’s become so f**Ked up and wrecked.
Then suddenly it flashes like a neon sign
Hey, brother, want another line?
Soberly you realize in your world of strife,
The price was to heavy for living “The Life”
By one of you own, just out of jail
A whole lot smarter, but broke from bail
This is “Your Life”; If you don’t say nope!
And you dedicate you life to doing dope.
Whether you snort, slam or smoke a glass dick
You sold your soul to something sick.
You won’t notice but your life will change.
You’ll become scary or something strange.
People will offer you food, thinking of your condition.
They see you tore up from malnutrition
Once again, you pass the food on the table
And go do another issue, for now you’re able.
You’ll then spin around town, thinking your cool
F**K what they think, you’re nobody’s fool!
But one by one people leave you alone
They’re starting to see the monster you’ve grown.
First it’s your friends, then your kids and your wife.
Your convinced you don’t need them, trashing your life.
Then one day you realize and finally see
They are all part of some conspiracy.
You’ll shake the thought and do another blast.
Thinking and wondering how long can this last?
What once was days, is now time of no length
Your habit rolls on, growing in strength.
What once was kicks is now too real
You get a brainstorm and think you should deal
Now all the s**t just took a nasty turn!
You jumped into the fire and you’re starting to burn!
At first you’re taken, shaken, treated like a lame.
But before too long you’re hip to the game.
You’re the only one in the world that you can trust
Now all your time is spent making the rounds
First quarters, grams, then ounces and pounds.
And now on to the last chapter of the book
You’ve decided you’re going to become the big cook.
You know in your heart it is going to be trouble.
Sitting in the lab watching the bubble
You’re now a target for the cops, feds and DEA
And knowing all this, you continue to play.
Things in “The Life” are now so f**King intense
You’re thinking, “what happened, it doesn’t make sense.”
Then one day your sitting, minding the store
When sixteen punk cops come crashing through the door.
They slam you down, put their feet in your chest
And say, “Hello, stupid, you’re under arrest!”
You know it is all over when you get to court
And there’s fifteen informants on the police report.
While you walk the yard you have time to reflect.
How your life’s become so f**Ked up and wrecked.
Then suddenly it flashes like a neon sign
Hey, brother, want another line?
Soberly you realize in your world of strife,
The price was to heavy for living “The Life”