| Now if it’s cool in moderation
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| I found a way to pace it
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| I made it more acceptable my life and I ace it
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| I’m faded on occasion an abrasion to the clean cut
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| Blend it with my normal way of life and now I seem stuck
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| Even when I’m not blue I’m focused and I thank you
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| For opening that part of my brain I couldn’t break through
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| Even though it’s illegal while consuming
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| I participate in dangerous activities I’m dooming
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| My future longevity heavenly prospect
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| I think I have a good heart, I’d say I had a late start
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| People in my family have fallen to addiction
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| It’s a mission uncontrollable you can’t take the friction
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| It fits together like bricks stacked in an orderly fashion
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| When I’m building up my confidence
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| Surrounding my controlled habitat
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| Split in two
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| Which rabbits the lie
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| Which holds the key to free
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| My destiny survive
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| Survival of the fittest it’s the medicine
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| The key to free the mind
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| Subliminal intricate tricks put upon my being
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| Since the birth of a sorcerer came under the Pisces sign
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| Alcoholic rushing, gushing like rivers of gold
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| Holding my breath with the fish, early death is not a wish
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| I’m not Bronson but it haunts my conscience on the constant
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| Soaking up my compliments, one hand in the wonderland
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| One hand in the contraband
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| Underwater chase the rabbit to its destination
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| One hand on the pipe, one for the blunt
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| One for the medicine, one hand on the bottle
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| One for the door so they can let us in
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| One hand for the glass, one hand for the ass
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| One for the pad and pen
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| One for the mic control
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| See the rabbit gentlemen
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| They set it up for us
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| Put me on a planet of people, use these plants of love
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| Put 'em in they mouths and stuff
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| Tried it once to call a bluff and see the repercussions
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| Cuz the world is a petri dish, experimental hit and miss
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| And I’m a goldfish, underwater
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| Shake me some crystals that might change the color
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| Now look thru my lens, do you see how things are circular?
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| Pixilated pressure points directly when you hit the joint
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| Added it to what you had it stashed up in your liquor cabinet
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| Drank to wash down that sticky tablet
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| Stuck inside, you had to have it
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| Now go and get, cuz here it comes lifted
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| Euphoric brain liquid melt shifted felt good
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| Either you shouldn’t or you should but you did
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| Either you shouldn’t or you should so you did
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| This is a message for grown folks and kids
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| Who choose to chase the rabbit down these lives that we live
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| The old lady gets upset when I touch the bottle
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| I promised I wouldn’t touch the bottle minus special occasions
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| Yesterday she could tell I had a hang over
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| When asked what was the occasion I said because I could afford it
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| I was a shame how short the time was since my previous buzz
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| Didn’t want to think about it, tried to swallow it all
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| But that would only leave things unsettled causing nerves to shake
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| Like upset stomachs, avalanches and earthquakes
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| Not an uncommon occurrence but still hard to digest
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| The older I get the harder it is to fight
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| These addictive aggressive gravities weighing me down
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| Squinting my eyes, gritting my teeth in disbelief
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| Or becoming what I always learned to hate
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| And some of us won’t stop until we see with our own eyes
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| The self destruction, the coughing up of blood caught in the throat
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| Infectious phlegm I’m trying to tell y’all
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| I know shit like this will be our down fall
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| If not the actual sickness then the mind state that we’re in
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| Seeing is believing
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| But at time, what is seen is a sign of it being too late
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| A sign of it being too late
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| Now I’ve been to the steps of the depths of that other place
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| Turned back and learned that here is where I’d love to raise
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| When in the face of reality I kiss it
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| If I fuck off relations, know that I’m gonna miss it
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| Visit with it, live it, give it all of Grouch
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| Unzip it like a pouch and let it all hang out
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| As if no one was watching, ain’t botching up the job
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| God, never that, help me with a better act
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| Knack embedded, I manipulate in any state
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| Weather sober or faded to where I can’t see straight
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| I motivate, elevate, activate, tell it great, take it farther
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| Growin' larger on the daily off a chill pill
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| Although the thrill will call
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| Face it, life in this matrix is raw
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| Pace it, pace it y’all |