I gotta do it to death

[Verse: Neak]

Huh, don’t feel ashamed but what I feel is different

I feel a judgement in any circle that see me twitching

Scratching, no one listen and no one cares

I’m like disease with no cure seemingly in despair, fair

I want it, the needle, the high of being beetle

Lennon, and repeat it when falling from the steeple

Beginning

To be seen as something as problematic

Family hide purses, I’m labeled a drug addict

That’s automatic in any setting I wear it proud

The shame, least I found a way I can leavе the pain

Behind, in my mind cause I’m on a diffеrent vein

Flyer higher than kenieval this a different plane

Drained, momma sane not, this mental strain

I’m the baby that grew up Gator, the Samuel L. lane, Jungle Fever, pops was a believer of the highest kind so when I see him, all he see is demon

Defined, so then I’m locked in those parameters

Even if I show up different you white to my Banneker

Nigga, never different, you still a slave to the baking soda white mixture

Can’t see the bigger picture

Soul issues, the soul misused

Sole issue is how to heal the root so it won’t continue

But you ain’t hearing me, so let me leave so you won’t infuse in my energy

And let me look for the dealer who like a friend to me

Who serve me something that you cause poison

So why my spirit free

Apparently you don’t know what it’s like when you can’t renew the mind

The greatest struggle all through mankind

I don’t know where I’m going, when I been, or where I must be...

I guess I’m living like...

Like a junkie.....

I guess I'm living like a junkie

Yeah living, like a junkie

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[Excerpt]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You read about it

You see about it

This shit is real

People dying every fucking day

For not a got damn thang

How the hell you think that shit getting in here

Into our neighborhoods...our corners...our streets…

You think we bring that shit?

Think again muthafucka

It’s a set up

Not because they bring it, but because we fall for that shit

Wake up niggas…wake, up!