addicts require product like its oxygen that we breathe//
the more they take,its closer to the last breath theylle ever breathe//
and as they leave for heaven,its the product they remember//
how it powered them,and to they crack they always surrenderd//
biological life i look with splender,how always hearts will always love//
and how two soulmates fit eachother like a hand into a glove//
but obscure days i had to observe//and think of ways to try and fix it//
and see how rejectionfrom myself,makes one jus crumble like a biscuit//
im in the thiknes of ghetto,its like a dream to own a house//
i wonder how ill get the money to ever marry and have a spouse//
lives lived like mice,or should i say more like a rat//
how all the hobbos on the streets cant even afford to rent a flat//
its descrimination,intimidating me to violence//
how just one person could steal my dignity,with a tool just like a hydrant//
call me a tyrant,but at least im a rebel with a cause//
wen future MC's lookin back,we know its "C" that theyll applause..!!