[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: x4] 

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 x2] 



[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 x4]