Snot Rocket

What's poison?
 Pussy, drugs
 Girls, love
 Money, none of the above
 You know you can't
 Stop that shit once
 You've had it
 Too much of anything
 Will make you an addict
 (1)
 Hey'yo I step back
 Realize on the fact
 My neighborhood's plagued
 With heroin, the meth and the crack
 A series of crimes
 Committed on the track
 Is enough to make a statement
 About the way that we act
 We living in the place of
 Closed minds and sealed fates
 It's either dryed always
 Or closed gates
 And every second wednesday
 We celebrate
 But was it really worth the wait?
 Just to have two days of the month
 To feel great
 And every other day of the month
 I feel hate
 I still wait
 I shed some light for my rhymes
 Just to give some direction
 To the minds of the blind
 The dark fist of the streets
 Has a tight grip
 Dreams drip to the drain
 Coming out a needle tip
 People slip
 Without even knowing it
 Next thing they know
 They addicted
 To the blow n' shit
 It's a cold world
 And what's to follow?
 Walking zombies in the streets
 With their souls left hollow
 Crossed ya whole family
 Because you chose the bottle
 Ya only live once
 Might not be a tomorrow
 ()x2
 What's poison?
 Pussy, drugs
 Girls, love
 Money, none of the above
 You know you can't
 Stop that shit once
 You've have it
 Too much of anything
 Will make you an addict
 (2)
 I'm a product of too much narcotics
 Infatuated with pharmiceuticals
 And antibiotics
 My movements robotic
 Through my habitat
 My habits be that of a man
 With too much weight on his back
 Never fiction, just fact
 Never slip in my tracks
 I like the ones on your arm
 ers and pig farms
 Fire arms and silent alarms
 Addictions a bitch
 I never got along with cold turkeys
 Just slept with the fish
 In an ocean of booze
 Girls left beaten and bruised
 Cuz they addicted to someone
 Who beats her to prove he's the man
 But dude your just another sucker
 You touch my mother again
 And I'mma kill you motherfucker!
 This shit's as real as it gets
 Gambling and bets
 Can leave you with no hands or feet
 Or sliced in the neck
 People say everythings okay with moderation
 But that observation don't mean shit
 To my generation
 ()x2
 What's poison?
 Pussy, drugs
 Girls, love
 Money, none of the above
 You know you can't
 Stop that shit once
 You've have it
 Too much of anything
 Will make you an addict