The Cycle

Verse1: 5 years old, I’m asleep when I hear a knock vibrated so strong that I thought that it was the cops walk down the hall I look down the stairs I’m just starin' see what I recall is two niggas yellin it scared me thank god for that chain lock the one that hangs cuz they can’t jar the door farther my mother her force on it, she locks it they run off, we fortunate aren’t we drug dealers lookin for my father buncha junkies simply just the start of all the problems I wish I could see the future hoping that he stops cuz I really don’t wanna lose em potency in doses he knows that he shouldn’t do it but when that’s all you know being sober is too consuming and it feels like the whole world is falling down you keep on using cuz all other options seem like they’re daunting so you just mute em the high is high as the moon, inviting you to the room hope you fight it and we’re united the cycle of drug abuse Hook: I can’t escape the high the way it makes me feel it covers pain I hide away behind the thrill Verse2: 8 years old, waking up happy as f*ck on Christmas ran down the stairs I can never forget that instance looked at the tree and I asked my mom where the gifts at she looked back at me gave her answer a couple tears dripped my lil brother cryin I’m standing hypothesizing like maybe Santa got robbed on the way to dropping em off replaying hella scenarios think outside of the Cheerio box wasn’t spoon fed but our mother made sure had enough start of all the problems I wish I could see the future hoping that he stops cuz I really don’t wanna lose em that moment sticks a lot my perspective altered I used it to make sure that I ain’t fall into everything he was doin patience you gotta crawl for you walk the smallest improvements but always the same outcome right back into the influence the high is high as the moon, inviting you to the room hope you fight it and we’re united the cycle of drug abuse Hook: I can’t escape the high the way it makes me feel it covers pain I hide away behind the thrill Verse3: finally an adult, scholarship I’m goin' to college got there got surrounded by niggas, bitches they wildin' party large amounts of that liquor poppin' them Molly’s ask me if I want some I’m good with drinkin' this water cops enter the house everybody runnin skedaddle fear of any punishment knowin' it’s just a paddle cuz they got the complexion that let’s em get off without any consequence know the officers only go after the black ones dodging every problem I wish I could see the future I don’t think he’s stoppin I really don’t wanna lose em a hole left in my heart turned to art I’m using my left hand to cope I’d never confess it I wrote it helped with the stresses I doodle during my lessons it’s soothing when all the pressure of being first in yo family a student getting a Master’s but truthfully does it matter when you can see the disaster a mile away…your spirit it flies away…I love you