Narcotic (a metaphor)
yo
Rappers are fiends, taking shit by any means in abundance But me, I prefer to be inspired by the purity of the substance. I’m shut in trying to extract the jewels of the powder in hopes for a way to attract the roots of their power Stuck in a shower of thirst yearning to satisfy my addiction To have mastered eyes like samurais to shatter lies of encryption My present condition is breathing in battered sighs from constriction My wisdom knows what’s sufficient, but doesn’t think to leave this position among the worlds of indifference, I’m left destined to my fate Like a phoenix, I’ve risen in red flames to the red sins on my plate I feel that I must jettison this like heroin in my veins As long as it remains the medicine to cure irrelevance in the game The needle’s in my arm, and it takes its course through my body I know this is cowardly harm, but I just tell it that I’m sorry This gift that they gave, it’s so rich it will always be what I crave I’m not worth being saved, and I’ll stay true to that ‘til I’m in my grave… Knowing the ways of this cruel earth, I’m in need of some love From my birth to the dirt, I’ll take hip-hop like a drug All this time, I’m engrossed in the search for direction So I live life by every moment before every injection I’m know that genius is only found by collecting bits and pieces So I thrust them my mind, stop breathing and take it as intravenous The shit becomes microscopic leeches, flowing with my blood’s demons Transformed to vessels of reasons from robots that were seedless As it odysseys through my arteries, something is missing, still I’m upset I need the will to accept, the skills to direct what I fulfill and erect Until I have kept the vows to my soul, pills will not take effect And I’m left alone in the mental darkness of those silhouettes That cloak over my eyes, keeping me from killing the threat Before I wake up with my pillow in sweat and the chills in my neck Despite the shrills in my head, I feast on more of the capsules So I can chew my way out and leave no gore on the shackles As my invincible form joins the battle of warning the masses That the methods they’ve attached to keeps them just as savage as they were in yester-minute, and I believed I knew better But my nerves have severed and finished, and I’ll never feel the pleasure… Knowing the ways of this cruel earth, I’m in need of some love From my birth to the dirt, I’ll take hip-hop like a drug All this time, I’m engrossed in the search for direction So I live life by every moment before every injection 1 |
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come on yall gotta feed on this....maybe yall just dont understand....narcotic is a metaphor to hip-hop
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