Fiend

You love the fast money and girls
Dodging bullets, hey this is your world
Chasing the American Dream
Best way you can trying to get that CREAM
Because Cash Rules
And here’s your tools
Water, baking soda, pots and pans
All black gloves to cover your hands
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You run this, get down or lay down
You cook up the product and feed the fiends
You take whatever they got, don’t have to be green
You love the block and the rush
No love for chicks because the block is your crush
With a gat in your hand
You feel you the man
So deep in you couldn’t leave if you wanted to
You’re so blind to what’s become of you
You rather die enormous than live dormant
But now you can’t sleep, you live in torment
Hustling so hard you haven’t heard a word
Now you’ve become addicted like fiends you serve
You hooked and won’t give up the game
You a fiend like them, now who is the lame?


From "A Walk Through My Mind"
ISBN: 978-0-615-15246-2