Outside

He rolled up, asked him what he was sippin on
He said lean, You want to hit it, dawg?
That's the same stuff
Weezy's sippin huh?
And tons of other rappers that be spittin hard
Yup yup five a bone
When he passed him that styrofoam the easter pink, heard it in a rhyme before
Finally got to see what all the hype was on
And then he took a sip, sittin in the Lincoln thinkin he was pimpin as he listen to the system
Little did he know that it was just as addictive as base
Not the kind of hit from the kick drum
Hot box, let the base bump
Take it to the face, gulp
Months later the use went up
Every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff
But Goddamn he loved that feelin
Purple rain coated in the throat
Just so healin
Medicine alleviate the sickness
liquid affix and it comes with a cost
wake up, cold sweat, scratchin, itchin
trying to escape the skin that barely fit him
gone, get another bottle just to get a couple swallows
headed towards the bottom couldn't get off it
Didn't even think he had a problem
Though he couldn't sleep without gettin nauseous
Room spinnin, thinkin he might of sipped just a little bit too much of that cough syrup
His eyelids closed shut
Sat back in the chair clutchin' that cup
girlfriend came and a couple hours later said his name shook him but he never got up
We live on the cusp of death thinkin that it won't be us
Nah, it won't be us

Now he just wanted to act like them
He just wanted to rap like him
Us as rappers underestimate the power and the effects that we have on these kids
Blunt passed, ash in a tin, pack being pushed, harassed by the feds
The fact of it is most people that rap like this talkin about some s**t they haven't lived
Surprise, you know the drill
Trapped in a box, declined record sales
Follow the formula violence, drugs, and, sex sells
So we try to sound like someone else
This is not Californication
There's no way to glorify this pavement
Syrup, percocet, and an eighth a day will leave you broke, depressed, and emotionally vacant
Despite how Lil Wayne lives
It's not conducive to being creative
And I know cause he's my favorite
And I know cause I was off that same mix
Rationalize the s**t that I'd try after I listen to dedication
But he's an alien, I'd sip that s**t, pass out or play Playstation
Months later I'm in the same place
No music made, feeling like a failure
And trust me it's not dope to be 25 and move back to your parent's basement
I've seen my people's dreams die
I've seen what they can be denied
And "weeds not a drug" that's denial
Groundhog Day life repeat each time
I've seen oxycontin take three lives
I grew up with them, we used to chief dimes
I've seen cocaine bring out the demons inside
Cheatin and lyin
Friendship cease, no peace in the mind
Stealin' and takin anything to fix the pieces inside
Broken, hopeless, headed nowhere
Only motivation for what the dealer's supplying
That rush, that drug, that dope
Those pills, that crumb, that roach
Thinkin I would never do that, not that drug
and growing up nobody ever does
Until your stuck, lookin in the mirror like I can't believe what I've become
Swore I was goin to be someone
And growing up everyone always does
We sell our dreams and our potential
To escape through that buzz
Just keep me up, keep me up
Hollywood here we come

Reviews

[Allie]

Wow, very emotional. This speaks a lot of truth. I can't relate to addiction but I have seen it take the lives and souls out of the people I love. I don't listen to rap, I'm a rocker, through and through. I play bass guitar for a local band called Wicked System. I may not listen to rap, and this sounds like a rap, but this is good stuff right here. Is this a song? Do you have some recordings I can listen to online?