im trapped in my world of addicts and habits...oddballs infatuated w/ magic//
accidents are tragic...od is tha way to go plus tha snow i gotta have it//

i cant mask it, or even try and conceal it...this is tha real shit...
someone sheisted me i reveal tha real clips, and kill bitch//

although im not much for violence...i speak in whispers so i translate in silence//

cant contmeplate therefor i cant concentrate...and i cant stop tha shake//

ill never be tha same...so i ask of you to free my name, cause i cant see tha same, usin me to blame//

in this constant fight with tha demons...tha drugs make me feel that im dreamin...and inside i stay screamin.. my mind and soul need some cleanin, but i just cant stop fiendin//

now im lost and cant be discovered...cocaine and jane keeps my lungs smothered, like a black blanket that covered...how can i restrain when i was taught stuff and brought up by an addicted mother...even through drugs i lost a lover.