My minds been known to drift in to a pit of the sickness

I try to shake it off or find someone to talk but no ones there's to listen

So my companions always been me and my addiction

Depression and happiness is seperated by the line that I'm sniffin

And this ain't no happy chimp that sittin here on my shoulder

Its a 800 lbs gorillla and I can no longer control em

Can't even remember the last time I spent a day sober

I hit rock bottom and still keep sinkin even lower

And I know some that still keep goin..still keep smokin

Carpet surfin tryin to find another rock.... as if it was golden

Its time to slow my roll, im runnin outta time I'm already knowing

Its either jail or overdosing and id have to rob a bank just to get into a program

This can't be the path for my life that was originally chosen

Vivid pictures in motion, code blue crash carts, my body in convulsions...

Its time to cash in these narcotic tokens for some sober moments

Before I run outta time and fade to black ....and its game over

To break it down simply, theres 2 sides to my sickness

One side is bright n artstc

While the other is dark n sadistic

And I knw its just a mattr of time before this reality hits me

Cause the business tht I'm in... and the life I live is risky

Its a Twisted mix of genius and madness

The Comedy blended in with tragic

Organized confusion in the mind of a civilized savage

A 2nd generation drug addict stuck in the habit

Still coordinating transactions

pickin up packages