RapVerse.com Community - Foul Addiction

(eph)
i imagine the day im too young for social security.
yet too old to function, bipassing my third surgery.
rockin burgandy turtle necks & burberry air nikes.
cause i love the rap culture, like diddy loves ice.

(Kesse)
as i look back at my past, and the choices i was making
doing things i never thought possible, my sanity was breaking
to impress my friends and family, is all i ever wanted
my conscious clouded as their expectations always haunted
hanging with the wrong people, really changed my life
never could go outta my house without a gun or a knife
you do certain things, not realizing they're crimes you commit
thats the first signs of an addiction, you dont want to admit
when you look out only for yourself, unaware you cause harm to others
my family was broken, leaving i forced suicide onto two of my brothers
i didn't know any better, i was willing to go to any length
youth is ignorance, so foolish, i thought i had the strength
everything is falling apart, this is not how i envisioned
but its too late now, no turning back, ive made my decision
and as i continued along, with that one sole intent for success
you realize you need certain skills that you just dont possess
but it didnt matter, i would do anything necessary, go to any extent
i would fullfill my dreams, and too often i was found asleep on cement
finally i woke up, and it was all too clear my life had faded
this miserable path i chose had left me bitter and jaded
and as i stood there in an empty park, broken, poor and lost
i know now that every decision made always has consequential costs
but these lessons dont come easy, neither the right place or time
if i had this knowledge before, my whole life probly woulda been fine
and as i held up that store clerk, you can already guess the prediction
i lay bloody on the floor, dead... as a result of a foul addiction

(eph)
and now im just a memory, lost to 2004.
hope my name is voiced, from euro to american shores.
the older i got, i felt more cornered by questions.
& pledged to excel as death moves closer by seconds.
been taught lessons since i bought my first wessons.
wonder of angels & heavens, wanting whats above...
praying for love & that god will forgive my transgressions.
most of the wise are conservative, i was born liberal.
had a higher gpa than bush & dont consider life political.
saying nations dont starve is like saying BK is digital.
thats why i have an addiction... and my vision will
inspire underground rap, i miss grand master flash.
the spirit that echoes kanye, and backs the aftermath.
who produced more music groups than interscope.
the real mixtape magician...bitter sweet & bitter dope.
well off or broke, i miss so many faces that progessed.
furthered the art & were murdered, still no arrests.
pac gunned down, and was left with more led to the chest
than maimi pd's kevlar vests....saviors of the projects.
had minor differences, most stood with a unity.
with voices loud enough to lift poverty from communities.
removed the burden of racism, left standards to uphold.
so how does a discolsed murder with witnesses unfold?
a story untold...heard rumors & all about the fiction.
its why life goes on its foul addiction...
... a world of untouched souls.