Drug In My Vein

[Verse 1]

Hip hop like drug in my veins

Killing me harshly

This could be (?)

Don't start me

In street life I'm hugging the flames

Get this heat off me

Tie the knot, eating not driving right in the iron hot seat

I love hip hop for the lack of something worse to do

I spit high then just rock, this is impersonal

Free shows, flee flows, wonder if I'm breaking even

Eating (?), worth of snacks just to start breaking even

[Verse 2]

Hating seeing what I love misused and abused

Mind bleeding, confusion, focus, a loser suceeded

I ask questions to answers and define reason

Like cancer to a cigarette lung having fun, still breathing

Smokers suck pot, no pun intended

I'm tryin' to get big in the Bronks like Pun intended

I'm still booking if your looking, still juking, still crazy

Just got my straight jacket on, quickly lock it

I thought that I was all about it

But my mind remained clouded from weed, without it

What you read about it?

Crazy man ran through the train car crowded

Strapped with bang-bars, dramatic

Expression in face destined to taste it

While finessing the basics

Essence of ancients like P.A.Z.E

Keep it ten steps ahead like the KGB

Beasts watching me harder than Jay-Z streets

Cage me now, the search found a crazy nut

You mangey cops

Thats coming from the stage we rock

Stoned, earth and home all alone

With the peace of the block grown to daddy unknown

Had his son known pop would he have left it alone? Never

Out with the chrome, build the treasures of doom

Represent home

Slay to lay the rest of this poem to it's long lost kite unflown

How long this gonna be going on?

[Chorus] {4X}

Hip hop like drug in my veins

[Verse 3]

In real life I'm still light and move at the speed of it

A bad child on the mic, sometimes I just need a hit

The difference of right and wrong

Open mic and writing a song

Someone I love or a chick that I like looking nice in thongs

While you rush to work and rude people step on your feet

I'm coming from the studio thinking deep, listening to beats

You think that I wake after I rest in peace

I live heavenly in hell, feeling well writing the heat

[Chorus] {2X}

[Verse 4]

They puting math(?) improper on us, want us dead

Plus they couldn't care less if every corners red

Hunted like cornish hens

Even men making honest ends, born to sin

Walk and take me out tournaments

From hanging like ornaments to self-inflicted infortunates

Do it to yourself like "who taught you this?"

Bought you for a portion now

Abortion is a landless mask

And yeh my mans work the plans to command this cash

[Chorus] {4X}