Drug In My Vein – C-Rayz Walz – letras

[Verse 1]Hip hop like drug in my veinsKilling me harshlyThis could be (?)Don’t start meIn street life I’m hugging the flamesGet this heat off meTie the knot, eating not driving right in the iron hot seatI love hip hop for the lack of something worse to doI spit high then just rock, this is impersonalFree shows, flee flows, wonder if I’m breaking evenEating (?), worth of snacks just to start breaking even[Verse 2]Hating seeing what I love misused and abusedMind bleeding, confusion, focus, a loser suceededI ask questions to answers and define reasonLike cancer to a cigarette lung having fun, still breathingSmokers suck pot, no pun intendedI’m tryin’ to get big in the Bronks like Pun intendedI’m still booking if your looking, still juking, still crazyJust got my straight jacket on, quickly lock itI thought that I was all about itBut my mind remained clouded from weed, without itWhat you read about it?Crazy man ran through the train car crowdedStrapped with bang-bars, dramaticExpression in face destined to taste itWhile finessing the basicsEssence of ancients like P.A.Z.EKeep it ten steps ahead like the KGBBeasts watching me harder than Jay-Z streetsCage me now, the search found a crazy nutYou mangey copsThats coming from the stage we rockStoned, earth and home all aloneWith the peace of the block grown to daddy unknownHad his son known pop would he have left it alone? NeverOut with the chrome, build the treasures of doomRepresent homeSlay to lay the rest of this poem to it’s long lost kite unflownHow long this gonna be going on?[Chorus] {4X}Hip hop like drug in my veins[Verse 3]In real life I’m still light and move at the speed of itA bad child on the mic, sometimes I just need a hitThe difference of right and wrongOpen mic and writing a songSomeone I love or a chick that I like looking nice in thongsWhile you rush to work and rude people step on your feetI’m coming from the studio thinking deep, listening to beatsYou think that I wake after I rest in peaceI live heavenly in hell, feeling well writing the heat[Chorus] {2X}[Verse 4]They puting math(?) improper on us, want us deadPlus they couldn’t care less if every corners redHunted like cornish hensEven men making honest ends, born to sinWalk and take me out tournamentsFrom hanging like ornaments to self-inflicted infortunatesDo it to yourself like « who taught you this? »Bought you for a portion nowAbortion is a landless maskAnd yeh my mans work the plans to command this cash[Chorus] {4X}