CRACK

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breath it in
release the demon in
increase the speed of this
heart beating in my chest
double kick leading in
 
before the drop
feel the drip leaking in my neck
broken faucet soak the sink
coke it's bringing me to death
 
focus leaving me no rest
hocus pocus trick or treat
smoking dope is sick and sweet
too much soda missing teeth
 
loading up another hit
overdosing hold it in
blow it out
and go again
until your out
then roll up in
 
the 86 Chevrolet
bedrocking it with my legs
petroleum it dissipated
barely made it
to the place
 
luniz in the tape deck
I only got 5
what he sold me was a jive
but I need to get high
 
it only was a hit
but i loaded up the pipe
inhaled all the smoke
just to blow it in the sky
 
and just like that
it was over in a flash
marvel at the fact
that I started on this track
 
crack kills in the moon light
like some pants saggin
commando in this piece
in the streets back at it
 
crack addict
jimmy crack corn
gonna crack the whip
broken glass fragments
empty sack with a blackened lip
 
calloused fingertips
utilized everyone of em
started with my thumb
now it's looking like
I pluck wit em
 
finger picking
finger flickin
flick the bic
pristine precision
hit and get
the ringer hit
then I'm on a mission
 
instead of walking Christian
Im staying caught inside this prison
of rock a by baby rocks
rocked inside my kitchen
 
a rockified addiction
rock it up like rocking mics
rocking like a rocking chair
living a rockers life
 
erotic nights
of constant flight
like bottle rockets in the sky
hollow pockets
Colorado product
getting rocky high
 
demonic rites
of passage
methodically enhances
my zombified persona
on a plight into the blackness
 
it's more than just narcotics
it's molding golden calfs with
my own two hands
to worship it
devoted to the dragon
 
getting drug in
to the grave that's dug
enslaved to the ways of him
take this drug
the taste of it
eradicates the pain within
 
emphatic chase
in erratic haste
i try to grab the package
that I'm adamant
is the passage to the place
 
of pseudo happiness
in a room full of savages
influenced by the gift of dragon
never adequate
 
hoping that this addict quits
 
smoking on that crack and sh**
 
I never would've imagined this
 
living a life so blasphemous
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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GroteskIsDead
Member since October 1 2015

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