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I Kill Your Power
- Damn…
- Do you see how I’m being treated
- I thought I was sacred
- Nah man, they just toss me around
- They screw with my head
- They wallow in my guts
- It’s like I’m a pill, motherfucker
- Just a pill, dehumanizing me
- Yo
- I’ve seen rich houses and street apartments
- In the teeth of fiends, inside glove compartments
- Making junkies heartless, they take me regardless
- Whether for fun or to cope with their hardships
- I’m about 1 cm long, but I hold death in my arms
- Been through many sceneries, Vegas to Palm
- Was replaced for greens when the feeling ain’t prolong
- I slipped through many bus seats and car doors
- Slipped from pockets, spilled my guts on the floor
- My peers around me waiting to be consumed
- We always wonder who’s the next one to get used
- We don’t know the next mouth we’ll be inside
- It shifts between different addicts all the time
- I’ve seen pills try to roll away like acrobatics
- Only for them to fall down in a sewer, tragic
- One of my friends tried escaping when he dropped us
- Fell from the highest story before he hopped, jumped
- Then a dog ate him, now he’s gone and taken
- In fact I heard that dog was ill and sickened
- I stay inside my house, the labels are prescriptions
- But in this body, no junkie pays attention
- And they never seem to possess any form of direction
- So how do you like my style!
- I go wild!
- Hitting your jejunum absorbing everything
- I might’ve killed a child or something else foul
- I ain’t proud, I ain’t choose this lifestyle
- I’m always in a pocket, but these days I’m not
- One of these addicts dropped it, now me and my peers rot
- We sit inside a sewer, unmoved for years locked
- In our thoughts, going mentally insane
- Some of us want themselves in dental membrane
- To break free from staying stagnant in their brain
- TIL a homeless man came down one day
- And saw us layed down in the dirt water haze
- Through the gaze of the fog, he picked us up and placed
- Us into his clothes, as he row back to the earth
- He brought it back to his hood, smelling filthy like dirt
- But he unscrewed our roof and exclaimed first
- That he found new pills to take with his birds
- Cocaine and capsules, a casual way to burn
- Your heart, from the start he was gonna share us around
- But after taking one, he kept us to himself now
- We Rollin round with him, and his crew find out
- So those dudes do pout, they raid up his house
- Which was under the bridge, where the trolls live
- Where the hopes are kicked out, replaced with bricks
- He saw the men coming for me and my buddies
- Hid away and spoke to us “you’ll never get taken by nobody!”
- So how do you like my style!
- I go wild!
- Hitting your jejunum absorbing everything
- I might’ve killed a child or something else foul
- I ain’t proud, I ain’t choose this lifestyle
- Minutes go by, he stays silent as he hides
- Trapped in his thighs, holding in his cries
- The crew rolls up and they see him inside
- They pry open his cardboard box that he’s in
- His hands shaking, tryna not let them in
- But their force out weighed his strength within
- And they beat our beholder with their own limbs
- He said “I ain’t giving you shit” cuz I don’t have it
- But they ain’t believe him, they kept attacking
- They kept crashing on him with punches, asking
- Over and over, where the pills are, he said I told ya
- I don’t know, somewhere in the ghetto
- Moving around, in the mouths of many several
- They still didn’t believe, told him to stand up
- And just like that we fell from his crutch
- They took us, the killed our caretaker with a punch
- Now we’re deeply saddened as we wallow
- Til we saw a different gang come tha followed
- So now it’s on, gunfire just for me and these pills
- Just tiny like krill, but they making a big deal
- The person who held me now was now shot down
- In their head, and as they fell to the ground
- The other side came to me and grabbed my face
- He opened up the case, grabbed me and swallowed me
- Now I’m moving through the intestines
- My story has ended
- Damn
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