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Smoke on the water

And fire in the sky

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Oh girl, this boat is sinking,

There’s no sea left for me,

And how the sky gets heavy

when you are underneath it

Oh I want to sail away from here

And God

He came down down down down down down down down

And sailed

Nothing

He rolled up asked him what he was sippin’ on

Said lean, you wanna hit it dawg?

That’s the same stuff Weezy sippin’ huh?

And tons of other rappers that be spittin’ hard

Yep yep he had 5 up on

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

thinking he was pimpin’ as he listened 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 face, gulp

Months later the use went up

and every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff

But Goddamn he loved that feeling

Purple rain coated in the throat

Just so healin’

Medicine alleviate the sickness

liquid to fix and it comes with a cost

Wake up, cold sweat, scratchin’, itchin’

Trying to escape the skin that barley fit him

Gone, get another bottle just 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 getting nauseous

Room spinnin’

Thinking he might of sipped just a little bit too much of that cough syrup

His eyelids closed shut

Sat back in the chair

clutching that cup

Girlfriend came and a couple of hours later said his name

shook him, but he never got up

Never got up, never got up

We live on the cusp of death thinkin’ that it won’t be us

It won’t be us, it won’t be us, it won’t be us

Nah, it won’t be us

Oh girl this boat is sinking,

There’s no sea left for me,

And how the sky gets heavy

when you are underneath it

Oh I want to sail away from here

And God

came down down down down down down down down

And sailed

Nothing

And he just wanted to act like them

He just wanted to rap like him

Us as rappers underestimate the power and the effects 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 shit they haven’t lived

Surprise, you know the drill

Trapped in a box to climb 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 day will leave you broke, depressed and emotionally vacant

Despite how Lil Wayne lives

It’s not conducive to be creative

And I know cause he’s my favorite

And I know cause I was off that same mix

Rationalize the shit that I try after I listen to dedication

But he’s an alien

I sip that shit 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 parents basement

I’ve seen my peoples dreams die

I see what they can be denied

And «weeds not a drug» that’s denial

Groundhog day life repeat each time

I’ve seen oxycontin take 3 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 no where

only motivation for what the dealer’s supplyin’

That rush, that drug, that dope

Those pills, that crumb, that roach

Thinkin’ I would never do that

Not that drug

Growin’ up nobody ever does

Until your stuck lookin’ in the mirror

like I can’t believe what I’ve become

Swore I

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