. . . what do i do to say what i gotta say? smoke joints your holiness, if i may . . .
. . . Life is just a coupla lessons that i've learnt, could do nothin' but light both ends, like i have burned . . .
. . . been a very good boy in ma parent's eyes, there just isnt a single sin that i deny . . .
. . . not good at ma rhymes, fuck! still like a wannabe i try n try . .
. . . but 'cifer knows, how dark it goes, when your high, your hungry and you're out in da cold. people see you wid terror fuckin' cloudin' der eyes, they call me overdose man!
thats ma name, and you see they can see da devil right there lookin'through those hollow eyes,
. . . don't mistake me! i said am not the devil, i'm just someone who is everything he personifies . . .
. . . so to save ma soul, love's da only way i know, got this angel who could drag me in through that door,
sometimes though, when reality hits the soar, i'm afraid i would have to let her go . . .
fallin' to my grave, with no one to save, sayin they all 'fraid that i couldnt even stand . . .
. . . so in the end all i need is a tree and just ask 'em to bury me. with some weed in ma pocket and a magic dragon in ma hand . . .
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