Born and raised in this fucked up town,
spending most my years chasing the dragon around.
Turned out on that crystal meth and i hadnt even hit puberty yet.
Spun out on that glass pipe,
not knowing any other kind of life.
Growing up listening to that mac dre,
as i hit the pipe thinking all my problems will just go away.
Constantly looking over my shoulder although nothings changing,
im just getting older.
The preasure is building up,
i no i have an addiction problem and just dont seem to give a fuck.
Seeing my dad in and out of prison and well,
only thing im thinking is im getting close to being in there with him.
As long as hes nearby theres no need to shed tears and cry.
As long as hes by my side at least then i know i will be alright.
Simply blinded by the pipe,
seeing only what i want to see.
Damn i couldnt imagine being clean,
at least thats were my state of mind seems to be.
Even if it means taking the glass pipe to the grave with me,
just let me hit that gipper one more time please.
Not knowing any other kind of life,
but the life of the streets.