Addicted to Death

Another corner drug deal.

A brother killed, trying to steal.

Call the Coroner, blood spilt.

An overdose, from pills.

Comatose, tag the toe.

A fatal dose, from

your friendly foe.

How morose, how they

come and go.

Cut to close, don't let your

sickness show.

Not quite walking dead, but

yet addicted to the flame.

Everytime they singe their wings,

Their madness draws them

back again.

Creatures of destructive habit,

Watch their wheels spin.

Ironic that they say they slam it,

As bodies hit the ground again.

Smoke it up. Snort it up.

Line it up. Shoot it up.

Pour some more posion in the cup.

Smoke it up. Snort it up.

Line it up. Shoot it up.

Addicted to death. Can't get enough.

The prosecutions got a deal.

The police lied, a homie squealed.

A prostitute thinks love's not real.

The drug dealers court case appeal.

Overdose, dial 911.

What was chose,

to have some fun.

Everyone knows,

there's no where to run.

Barrel to nose, with

your own damn gun.

Can't quiet the talking heads, It

seems they're caught up in the game.

Drop a dime on suffering, the war

on drugs won't be the same.

Preachers of corruption have it,

Take the tainted elixir.

Bubonic like a diseased rabbit,

The end is coming quicker.

Smoke it up. Snort it up.

Line it up. Shoot it up.

Pour some more poison in the cup.

Smoke it up. Snort it up.

Line it up. Shoot it up.

Addicted to death. Can't get enough.