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Mama always said I was a space cadet
That I would lose my head if it wasn't attached
Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap
'Cause I still ain't got the patience yet to deal with the truth because the truth is sickening
So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen
I'm sure the Devil's got him a big grin
Watching my head spin with more afflictions
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction

Uh, yeah, fresh as fuck in Atlanta
Clique look like a pack of zebras with the Dixie banners

[?] from ankle to crow, mind your manners
Pocket full of lures but I ain't catching fish, I'm catching bitches from the sewer
Yeah, I played in it
Skipped and jumping rope and jumping fences
And jumping off of bridges
Jump out the whip and then knock your door off the fucking hindges
Playground full of syringes (Yeah)
Greyhound bus, twenty-two pound, send it (Yeah)
Greyhound route, two-hundred miles, end it
Chattanooga to Nashville
I watched more cash build through kids hands than the Disney flick
He was fifteen with half a mil
[?] panties drop, dope game, fuck
Couple of suicides 'cause they couldn't pay the plug

When little Jay died, I remember the day it was
Like a shock that it became, just the way it was
That's a sad reality dealing with casualties like it's an average thing
As it life was meant to be battle
We rattle the snake
Took the brakes off an 18-wheeler and D.U.I. through it casually
Survived it, how did we?

Mama always said I was a space cadet
That I would lose my head if it wasn't attached
Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap
'Cause I still ain't got the patience yet to deal with the truth because the truth is sickening
So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen
I'm sure the Devil's got him a big grin
Watching my head spin with more afflictions

Addiction
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction

Nirvana, I had 'em dancing with Mr. Brown Stone
Guns followed by roses layed on the gravestone
C'est la vie, baby is now gone
Baby ain't hurting but the streets is covered in tears
Leaving these mothers here to grieve, ain't no subtle fear
It's obvious and aware, the robbery of a pair
Two brothers, that darken the fairy tale, uh
Ain't it something? That boy wouldn't hurt a fly
He wouldn't paint a pumpkin
Now he's a maniac, pack of serrated blades
Carved his name into his skin in a perverted way

Went from a chicken to a bird of prey
Went from a spark in the kitchen to an uncontrollable flame
That fully auto was tame
Now it's reloaded, cocked and aimed
He picked up the poison when he picked up the loose change
That's what the karma is for dropping chains
A penny for your thoughts
How many can you spend before you go insane?
Life is a bitch, mane
To drive you crazy 'til you take the wheel and switch lanes
Or you could make a deal and take a pill for this pain (This pain)
But the only thing you will conceal is shame (Is shame)

Mama always said I was a space cadet
That I would lose my head if it wasn't attached
Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap
'Cause I still ain't got the patience yet to deal with the truth because the truth is sickening
So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen
I'm sure the Devil's got him a big grin
Watching my head spin with more afflictions
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction

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