Tales of an Addict

I started off hustlin slanging the cane
i had all the women on me just screamin my name
fast cars and women you can say i had it made
until i fell victim to the game that i played
it was 1984 when this shit 1st started
it affected all races but blacks took it the hardest
but i aint care i was just making a dollar
and the money was easy as poppin my collar
it took over so fast that the feds aint know which way to go
because it was alot cheaper but it sold more than blow
this was a nice way to build my wealth
i dont see the big deal i might have to try it myself......
...........Damn man what the fuck is in this
i should have been doing this to begin with
in a matter of weeks i went through my whole supply
and i would do anything now just to get high
money, jewelry, and cars aint mean shit
all i needed was Nino to get my next hit
i never realized that it was committing genocide
all i seen was the wedding with that glass dick as my bride
when i looked in the mirror all i see is a crackhead
i looked terrible as if i was on my death bed
i fell off hard man what the fuck
but those thoughts fade away when Scottie beamed me up
so now im on the streets just passing the days
still getting high and still stuck in my ways
im starting to feel weak but i thought i was stronger
i think its almost time i aint gone live much longer
now im halfway home im 6 blocks away
but 12 blocks back is where i used to be
its crazy when you think what my eyes used to see
but im still addicted so they eyes used to me