if i didn't have my music, for sure i'd be broken//
i'd be chokin' in ropes having a stroke, provokin'//
all these folks who joke about my spoken notes//
and get mad 'cause i'm tokin' a roach with coke//
get the fuck out of my way, i can cure myself//
with this help that's pure, i'm sure you fucking doubt//
what i'm about, it's true, but the hurt i've felt//
so alert my dealer, i need percs to dwell//
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