When I Come Home From Work

I'm Fiendin' For An Eight-ball

I Got Crack On My Mind

I'm Hearing Cocaine Call

Telling Me To Beep The Dealer To Deliver Me Stuff

Keep It A Secret From My Wife, Cuz She Thinks I Don't Use Drugs

There I Was, Bleeding From My Nose And Damn

I Couldn't Breathe But I'm Still Thinking About The Next Gram

It's Friday Night And I'm Not Trying To Leave My Crib Doped

I'll Kill Myself While The Dealer's Eating Japanese Food

I Ain't Got No Pride, I'm Buying This Shit

I'm Lying To Myself Telling The Runner I'm Trying To Quit

It's All Make Believe, I Pretend That I'm True

When You Give Me Credit, I'll Dodge You Every Chance That I Get To

Even If Its Good, I'll Sniff It Up In A Minute

Beep You Back Complain That You Put Too Much Cut In It

If You Fall For That And Bring Me A New Sack

I'll Be Making More Crazy Faces Than Jim Carrey On Crack

Cuz Yo I'm Ripped, I Owe You Loot

Plus I Annoy You

I Deserve To Be Murdered, But The Coke Is Doing It For You

I Got Nerve, Can You Put Them Pills On My Bill

Yo I'll You We're Friends And We Don't Even Chill

I Need Drugs

I Need Drugs



Baking Soda, Cocaine, How Sweet

I Need To Find Me A Crack Pipe And I'm Complete

I Got These Crack Dealers Chasing Me Through The Cement Jungle

Cuz They Gave Me Shit To Sell And Yo I Smoked The Whole Bundle

Yo I Can't Front - I Got Dope In My Spleen

And I'm Telling Everyone At This N.A. Meeting I'm Thirty Days Clean

I Won't Die Even With Tuberculosis

I Could Go On Forever Mixing Dope With My Methadone Dosage

You Could Find Me At Brighton Beach Or Coney Island

Or Rikers Island

My Crack Pipe Is My Violin

I Play Along To The Police Siren

My Eyes Squint Looking For Crack On The Floor

Picking Up Breadcrumbs And Lint

I Don't Know Who I Am, Ask Me I Couldn't Say

I Took A Chance And Tried To Get Clean And It Lasted One Day

Tried