This lifestyles taking its toll
And if I don't get my dope some heads are gonna roll
I'm short tempered and withdrawing.
Aggravated over my dealers misconduct
Ripped me off again because of his dope fiend habit
Now faced with the decision of be sick or just bang it
Sniffing it ain't doing the trick no more
Just like 2 bags are a joke and don't feel shit no more
I love dope as much as I love women
I'll do it all day every day, and thats the insanity
I'll hustle up what I gotta get up just so I can shoot up
It's a bad habit I know, But I just can't stop
I'll keep banging dope till the day my casket drops
Its the solution that comes in a a tiny little bag
Problems dissolve into thin air
Nothing matters at all, I have no cares
It doesn't even matter the dope eats away my veins
I just wanna be numb to emotion, numb to pain
I hate feeling anything, I wish it would all go away
So alone I sit with my new best friend
50cc's of the finest NY Dope, fully loaded needle and I'm ready to inject
I've already called it quits and I'm ready to die
There is no honor in suicide and yes you will cry
Just lay me to rest and try to get over me
I'm "Medford Junkie Scum" its not worth crying over me
Whats done is done, this shit was bound to happen
Every dope-head overdoses, just accept it as an accident


 
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