Addiction Victim
ft. T-Bone & g-streetz



(Hook: Scotty B)

A victim of addiction paints a fair description,
R.I.P. the letters that precede an honest inscription.
"Devin never was the one to try to change the world,
He only tried to make ends meet for his baby girl..."

(Verse 1: T-Bone)

He was graspin the phone practically asked to get stoned
It was sixty for a sack, he grabbed it and went back to his home
It was fat, laced with the crack he only paid fifty for that
Through all of his rage he was phased it was the trippiest crap
Pissy from that at this dealer he looks for a misdemeanor
he's grabbin a bat and wants to warn this crook to the cleaners
The line gets crooked and lean on the way to the house
Cops say they will save ya but ya flame'll get douse
Rollin by with suspicious eyes thinkin hes one of the vicious guys
hidin a bat in his shorts but then his nervousness dies
police peaced the scene he creeps and unleashes a pray
Ones gonna be deceased and only ones the jesus today
who will live on for those hours and take pride in his minutes
Survive to the limits then arrive and death is decidin the finish
So he puts his grip on the bat like he's determined to swing
But there aint no ball comin he can hear the emergency ring

(Hook: Scotty B)

A victim of addiction paints a fair description,
R.I.P. the letters that precede an honest inscription.
"Devin never was the one to try to change the world,
He only tried to make ends meet for his baby girl..."

(Verse 2: g-streetz)

BOW!!!... he cracks a cop right on the side of the head
not even to notice he was hit and he was soon to be dead
he swings again, the cold december wind catches the bat
and a shotgun slug to his head pushes his face all back
what was he thinkin, that 50 bag just brought this loser to this mess
5 minutes of a high equals a parents lifetime mourning death
the police are still shooting, emptying clips, reload them well
but one cop stops and thinks of the death of sean bell
the feen is dazed out, he thinks he sees the light of heaven
but its just a flashlight, a cop radio's a 211
they say devin was his name, he was clinically insane
an addict with a passage for the drug that clears his brain
wit the bat still in his hand, he swings once more with all his might
with all this fright he thinks why do i have to die this night
he gives a last sigh, he hears his mother's cries
god forgive my child, with her fingers she closes his eyes

(Hook: Scotty B)

A victim of addiction paints a fair description,
R.I.P. the letters that precede an honest inscription.
"Devin never was the one to try to change the world,
He only tried to make ends meet for his baby girl..."

(Verse 3: Scotty B)

Ultimate price, child of the lord, skin cold as ice,
addiction stole away his ability to consider things twice,
Tears tumble from irritated eyes, in this chorus of sighs,
Still as a statue... hands resting on blood soaked thighs,
she cradles his head like a newborn, in denial of fact,
price he paid for the sack so much more than a stack
merciless attack, sharpshooter with surgical precision,
bullets that pierced the surface like scalpel incision,
medics flood the scene, prison would be seen as a relief,
Blur of faces through slurred vision, dizzy in disbelief,
hard to accept that in a heartbeat his pulse had ceased,
now deceased he lies in streets no bitter taste of defeat,
bitter taste of tears that filter through grimaced teeth,
his mothers fears sear deep like hate that simmers beneath,
now black suits donned, closed casket at the crematorium,
obituary and epitaph that etched out a blunt memorium...

(Hook: Scotty B)

A victim of addiction paints a fair description,
R.I.P. the letters that precede an honest inscription.
"Devin never was the one to try to change the world,
He only tried to make ends meet for his baby girl..."








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