I Need Some Blow

Just like on A.T.E.E.M, I`m an addict, I`m an adict<br>Back at the crib I just cause nothing but static<br>I think my mama-san is pissed and vexed cause she`s had it<br>Snooped and found my stash in the attic<br>Not tickled pink she threw my my shit in the sink<br>My gut is rumbling now I have to think<br>My sister`s jewelry, take it, no more jingling<br>On the crazy down low take my mom`s wedding ring<br>And float on to the shop called the pawn<br>And he gives me two yards and my disregard to nothing<br>The antonym of a hero<br>I used to be the one now I`m less than zero<br>But I can feel like a million real fast<br>Put my lips on the god damn glass<br>And make a little snow using the snowman<br>I can`t help it I need some blow man<br><br>I used to get A`s across the board now it`s down to H`s<br>And the H`s stand for hatred<br>Kicked a lot of bogusness, conned out of rehab<br>It was easy -- my man worked at the lab<br>So I jetted like the Concord but I made a crash landing<br>Got back on the glass cause life is demanding<br>First thing to do now is to get a little pistol<br>I like to smoke blow but I don`t like eating gristle<br>So the hoody comes on while I`m hiding in the corner<br>Just run ya doe or your mom will be a mourner<br>The blow make me actlike I don`t know<br>And my ego and my moral go into escrow<br>The kid that I robbed the other day was my bro<br>Face covered by the hoody yo should he<br>Care about his worthless bro -- the answer no<br>I can`t help it I gotta get some blow<br><br>My mom was sponsoring a child from Zimbabwe<br>Whem I`m on the pipe man I have to get my way<br>Donating about twenty dollars a week<br>80 dollars a month for that I get a blunt<br>Everyday I puff several trees<br>What do I care if he eats every other day<br>What am I saying, I can`t believe I`m a junkie<br>I can`t believe it yo Frank Nitty punch me<br>Suicide is too good, I need something harder<br>Maybe go cold turkey, that`ll hurt me<br>Sweat drips on my back I react with a shiver<br>Eye flutters while my mom closes her shutters<br>She doesn`t believe that I`m trying -- my body dying<br>She thinks I found a new way of lying<br>While I revolve the revolver, my mom hears the tune<br>I`m sorry mom *BOOM*