Verse 1 Hallucinates about a better life inhaling substances His mothers husband is abusive, he chooses evil accomplices Syringe scattered floor in a broken bedroom He wakes up chokin he loses hope he knows hell be dead soon Lucky to live to see another red moon But hes ready as he moves to meth he knows that each breath will be deadly The paranoia deepens, every sleep ends in nightmares Freddy Krueger maneuvers he wonders how his life spares Close calls, awaits the day he overdoses and falls Suicide notes fill the walls when the thrill of drugs stalls His mother and sister insisted hes persistently twisted Hes pissed so his wrists are in slits the curtains miserably lifted And on the stage is a teenager filled with rage to slaughter All the figures he has but never had one thats a father Hes reaching his final destination destined for disaster These wounds cant be plastered and the next morning he was captured Chorus Rakim Through my travels, ive tried to take righteous steps Because right or left could mean life or death x4 Verse 2 His common sense resents the present tense ran by dead presidents He knows that heavens dense so he follows his evil precedence The roof over his lucifer head is proof of his dread He loots for his bread because the truth in hims dead Addiction with a dictionary it distracts him from crimes Relaxing he rhymes sits back spits facts sick acts from his mind Begins to bleed and twitch he needs a fix Greed conflicts his lethal tricks Weetabix doesnt treat his evil ticks like his needle sticks Intoxicated by a box of hatred his location slips Bad relationships get Malaysian trips His nose disclosed caucasian slips His Potent Potential is stolen quoting the devil Loading a level of lead loathing the life that he wrestles Builds an urgency for an emergency exit His life drifts away lips decay from the next hit He was spitting propane but simultaneously sniffing cocaine Stuck in two lines two minds eventually it broke his brain Chorus Verse 3 Sinned a bit with groups of syndicates at adolesence Adult lessons answer baffled questions, confessions to chapel reverends Forgiven by god, but felt plunged in purgatory Another murder story disturbed by words of gory Friends with straight demons demonstratin trapped worlds The soul they lived in was backwards as they began to act worse The first to leave the blocks at speed Became a cop in need to stop the greed Pistol deaths, crystal meth and blocks of weed Tired of wired shoelaces liars look with two faces Contemplates retirement cause he inspires few changes Thugs are unpredictable, quick to pull this life is cyclical Lack of educated minds committing crimes are sick of school Patrols the neighbourhood like a traitor would in a garda car His friends grew far apart they dont understand his scars at heart Laughed at his predicitions of convictions and death ends Then came a case involving both of his best friends Chorus
meth, he, evil, predicitions, life