Addiction Cycles

(Not using for an entire year, really goes beyond me, and we're gonna be looking at , uhm, what that's about, what we call an addiction cycle and breaking the cycle. What then?) I got many shades, I'm Calico cat I'm over this party, I rather go rap These bitches is dumb, miss, these niggas is wack I cook a new drug, it's better than that I had a disease, I couldn't connect They call it MC, go ahead and inject, like that You feel better now? Ease into it Your mama and your papa told you "Please don't do it", right? But you hooked onto it, right? It's better than sex, you melting away Tomorrow was today, and today was... The sound of the rain The blare of the horn The bust of the beat The stroke of the snare The grip of the hand The taste of a sound The sight of a smell, inhale You are officially down Same shit that make you grow Be the shit that break your bones, though Between success and death I live but a stones throw My dreams scored to a mean horn solo It's incomplete, It'd be some feat to walk this road dolo Still here through two Cuomos Folks getting old, Moms can't drive the Volvo Hard grills is marble, cry diamond tears, bleed rubies Bruised feet got tar heels Don't confuse what you call my art With just how my heart spills We Khalil Gibrans, prophets of this modern day spiel Truth food for thought's a holiday meal That keeps you from being a corpse that the coroner seals Up in that bag, few words like a cut or a stab A movement on Earth for merely running it back Records spin in revolutions The milk and honey, recovered in wax The waning moon, breakin' through the clouds To make another route from the Nino Browns Separate the ways how (how, how) They was putting you down I got many shades, I'm Calico cat I'm over this party, I rather go rap These bitches is dumb, miss, these niggas is wack I cook a new drug, it's better than that I had a disease, I couldn't connect They call it MC, go ahead and inject, like that Feel better now? Ease into it Your mama and your papa told you "Please don't do it", right? But you hooked onto it, right? It's better than sex, you melting way Tomorrow was today, and today was... The sound of the rain The blare of the horn The bust of the beat The stroke of the snare The grip of the hand The taste of a sound The sight of a smell, inhale You are officially down