Tha FreakStylaz Post Album | Scrypt ~ Beneath the Writings

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Scrypt |

| 7. Junkie |

fiends is fiends. seekin a new high at any cost, pushin they closest people aside...vitiated til death. true fuckin story.

(chorus)

it is a crude life/

seekin a new high/

parameters of addiction seen with these 2 eyes/

never thought i'd witness such a thing/

recollections of a burden as i touch the ink/

we was like brothers but this nigga became a junkie/

i'm still in disbelief of lengths he went to, them mistakes is ugly/

junkie, junkie, junkie, junkie, junkie, junkie...

when i met this nigga, it was a fun time & he barely had ties/

had a lot in common, same views in music, chillin was our past-time/

best friends, been through both good times & bad times/

laughed constantly & did everything together, rooted for bad guys/

last memory i got of him is verbalizin his wish to smoke crack pipes/

he went abroad for almost a year, e-mailed this nigga a lot/

i held down job & went to school, eager to use the mic he gave me to be rippin that spot/

we didn't give a fuck, vandalized property & ardent vigor to be spittin mad glocks/

drank & smoked, this nigga torched his own skin with a hot knife, no way it

shook him up/

on the left bicep, after he returned i hooked him up/

with some ganja, got it from a classmate, held the bag & shook it up/

hid it in my sock, we rolled it up & smoked it/

giggles aplenty, eyes red & started boastin/

gave him the bigger half of the stash, he consumed it all that night/

i shoulda seen it comin but i didn't, didn't realize at the time he was a fiend, the bad type/

for the next couple months i went with the flow, only to be plagued with mad spite.

(bridge)

so many fuckin times i told this nigga to take it easy/

escalated by the day, progressed to other dimensions, the dough make it easy/

around his block was the dealer, vice service/

so many fuckin times, i warned him, i wished it was just the lye burnin.

(chorus)

it is a crude life/

seekin a new high/

parameters of addiction seen with these 2 eyes/

never thought i'd witness such a thing/

recollections of a burden as i touch the ink/

we was like brothers but this nigga became a junkie/

i'm still in disbelief of lengths he went to, them mistakes is ugly/

junkie, junkie, junkie, junkie, junkie, junkie...

in my crib we made a bong usin a soda bottle/

i was trippin, nearly passed out, my nostrils the odor throttled/

got drunk & met that chick at the mall/

invited us to that party which we went to the followin week, spliffs on the palms/

vodka shots & hard liquor was enough for us to black out & puke on the lawn/

got acquaintted with a supposed hustler, offered heron to use on the arm/

he went to school half baked, what he was viewin was odd/

hallucinations, then moved on to acid, imagined he was meltin on the couch/

i wasn't writin rhymes at that time, all my dough was spent on the weed,

seein enough snow to thrust my pelvis on the alps/

days later, this nigga was gettin coke, sounded like a vaccum cleaner/

as he snortin it, cuttin it with his student I.D., it was some bad use, ninas.../

we saw on the other side of town, suppliers clappin/

invited friends over that day, got drunk & fondled the bitches with the flyest asses/

locked the door, he was the only one sniffin blow then he just flipped out/

tackled this other dude in the room, sayin he saw that nigga smash the t.v.

and richie took himoutside to chill, that alone was enough to lift brows.

(bridge)

so many fuckin times i told this nigga to take it easy/

escalated by the day, progressed to other dimensions, the dough make it easy/

around his block was the dealer, vice service/

so many fuckin times, i warned him, i wished it was just the lye burnin.

(chorus)

it is a crude life/

seekin a new high/

parameters of addiction seen with these 2 eyes/

never thought i'd witness such a thing/

recollections of a burden as i touch the ink/

we was like brothers but this nigga became a junkie/

i'm still in disbelief of lengths he went to, them mistakes is ugly/

junkie, junkie, junkie, junkie, junkie, junkie...

this nigga's fam suspectin somethin, askin questions/

he was skippin class, spendin dough on them drugs rather than books, hangin

in the projects where

the killers blastin wessons/

sippin with the homeless, gangbangers makin signs & tatted all over/

sniffin under bridges & claimin he'd get on homo shit to get high, heard rumors all over.../

town, 5-0 closin in, i kept my cool but knew somethin was wrong/

all he'd talk about was gettin high, it used to be that my couplets was raw/

we was on a neighborhood sidewalk when we sparked angeldust/

aluminum foil for crack was flaunted, had to stay low, love.../

at that point was no longer felt, the crackpipes started to come into the picture/

walked for blocks in the dark, i kept the blade tucked, started to run into the ditch, yup/

5-0 was nearby, smelled the smoke so i spotted they flashlight/

the dealer was there with them rocks, this nigga tossed the pipe & his demeanor start to fade, that's right/

harassed, booked, smacked up, mugshots taken & put in a cell/

facin charges, posted bail eventually but this nigga kept on with them drugs, all the things he owned, he took 'em to sell/

to increase his stash, friendship was over at that point, overdosin on weeknights/

my best friend turned into a junkie, no rehab or interventions, just hopeless & weak plight.

i done seen ties severed, this nigga plottin to kill me cuz i wouldn't waste my life like he doin.

it's motherfuckin sad indeed, a series of predicaments that progressed and ended what seemed to be a promisin future.

(bridge)

so many fuckin times i told this nigga to take it easy/

escalated by the day, progressed to other dimensions, the dough make it easy/

around his block was the dealer, vice service/

so many fuckin times, i warned him, i wished it was just the lye burnin.

(chorus)

it is a crude life/

seekin a new high/

parameters of addiction seen with these 2 eyes/

never thought i'd witness such a thing/

recollections of a burden as i touch the ink/

we was like brothers but this nigga became a junkie/

i'm still in disbelief of lengths he went to, them mistakes is ugly/

junkie, junkie, junkie, junkie, junkie, junkie...