Body And Soul
My last time gettin' high
Fallin' in love ain't no joke
Some praise dope like the Catholic praise the Pope
I'm looking at my life through the hour glass
How much longer in this world will I last?
Boostin' basein' one of the cops chasin'
Big time, I be, facin' in need of a vacation
Got hooked in a year, never kicked the habit
First day on the streets, I still had to have it
Body and soul
Back on the scene, a full-fledged, fiend
Pull a scheme and get high by all means
A quarter spoon a day is my medicine
I ain't never had a high that was better than
When I'm nodding, drifting in my own zone
I wanna be left, all alone
Some front, like they high, but they ain't high
The ultimate high is when you die
Please tell me why. I'm hooked on this dope
It's got me feeling out of control
I can't deny, no, no, that I need help
It's taking over my body and soul, body and soul
Being addicted to this dope makes me wonder
Will it be another dose, that'll take me under
Or another dope fiend with the same habit
Puttin' a knife in my back like a street savage
And the road that I travel, is a dark route
From one stop to another, then the jail house
It seems that I'm waiting on my day to pass
Methodul is what I'm on, no, I can't last, body and soul
As I withdraw, dripped with sweat, to make it through the night
But trying to kick this freakin' habit is a strong fight
I seen my girl overdose, it's been 3 days
Impulses convulses, send me in a daze
I can hear 2Pac tellin' me to be strong
But my nigga, got stoned and left us out here, alone
I know I got's to quit before my future unfolds
This shit, got the best of my body and soul
Picture your dreams on a triple beam
Don't underestimate the power of the bitches
I'm lost and turned out, do anything for a fix
Dying slow and can't seem to kick the habit
Shot up, so much dope, I can't find a good vein
But when I ain't high my whole body's in pain
So, everyday I'm searching for that dogs food
A lost soul in the ghetto like a whirlpool
In a shack, with five other dope fiends
Who got tracks, damn near, lower than a soul train
And it's a shame, 'cause all it took was one hit
Straight to the vein now they got a nigga, losin' it
A true hustler, having money, turned junky
I wanna stop but they say I can't shake the monkey
Off my back, I even tried to go cold turkey
But all it did was make me, fiend more and mentally, hurt me
Quickly running out of time, I got to watch the clock
So, on McDownly Street, caught up in gridlocked
Please tell me why, I'm hooked on this dope?
It's got me feeling out of control
I can't deny, no, no, that I need help
It's taking over my body and soul, body and soul
Picture your dreams on a triple beam
Don't underestimate the power of the bitches