| They said it wasn’t a gateway drug
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| My homie was takin' subs and he ain’t wake up
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| The whole while, these billionaires, stay caked up
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| Paying out congress so we take their drugs
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| Murderers who will never face the judge
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| And we dancin' to a song about our face goin' numb
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| But I seen homies turn grey, noses draining blood
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| I could’ve been gone, out 30s, faded in that tub
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| That’s Prince, Michael and Whitney, that’s Amy, Ledger and Pimp C
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| That’s Yams, that’s DJ A. M
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| God damn they’re making a killing
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| Now it’s getting attention cause Sara, Katey and Billy
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| But this shit’s been going on from Seattle out to South Philly
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| It just moved about the city
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| And it spread out to the 'burbs
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| Now it’s everybody’s problem, got a nation on the verge
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| Take Activis off the market, jack the price up on the syrup
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| But Purdue Pharma’s 'bout to move that work
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| My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
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| Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
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| He said that he would heal me, heal me
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| But he only gave me problems, problems
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| My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
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| Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
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| I think he trying to kill me, kill me
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| He tried to kill me for a dollar, dollar
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| And these devils they keep on talkin' to me
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| They screamin' «open the bottle,"I wanna be at peace
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| My hand is gripping that throttle, I’m running out of speed
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| Tryin' close my eyes but I just keep on sweatin' through these sheets,
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| through these sheets
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| Four horseman, they won’t let me forget
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| I wanna forge a prescription, cause doctor I need some more of it
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| When morphine and heroin is more of your a budget
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| I said I’d never use a needle, but sure, fuck it
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| I’m caught up, I’m on one, I’m nauseous
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| No options, exhausted
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| This is not what I started
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| Walkin' carcass, I lost everything I wanted
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| My blinds drawn, too gone to leave this apartment
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| My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
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| Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
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| He said that he would heal me, heal me
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| But he only gave me problems, problems
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| My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
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| Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
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| I think he trying to kill me, kill me
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| He tried to kill me for a dollar, dollar
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| More, more, more
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| Re-up, re-up
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| Death certificate signed the prenup
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| Ain’t no coming back from this Percocet
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| Actavis, Ambien, Adderall, Xanax binge
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| Best friends with the thing that’s killing me
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| Enemies with my best friend, there’s no healing me
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| Refilling these, refilling these
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| They say it’s death, death
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| Institutions and DOCs
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| So God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change
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| Courage to change the things I can
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| And the wisdom to know the difference
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| And the wisdom to know the difference |