Grams

Twelve grams in my pocket
Got me held back, got me held hostage
In the spaceship but not in the cockpit
Yo I’m sick and I don’t know how to stop it
Twelve grams in my system
Got me like a slave, got me like a victim
Got me in the cage, got me in the prison
Got me locked away, got me moving different

Can’t stand on me
Woozy, sitting by the cab stand hungry
Feeling like the black hand haunt me
Use me, walk down the wrong path calmly
I had about twelve grams on me
Weight feeling like it’s Claude Van Damme on me
Fucked up feeling like I got ants on me
Drugs in my bloodstream got it’s fangs on me
I did a grand slam hit and fell down the center where you can’t hang shit
I’m in a trance can’t think
I’m slipping, I’m falling I can’t get a grip

Twelve grams in my pocket
Got me held back, got me held hostage
Twelve grams in my system
Got me like a slave, got me like a victim
Out of touch, out of place
And out of luck looking up above for some grace
Out of touch, out of place
Out of love, out of trust, outer space
Counting the days, since I been out of the daze
Out of the haze, powder and bottles of grey
Follow the maze, chase the dragon in the cage
Swallow the chains, how many grams in a day

Twelve grams in my pocket
Got me held back, got me held hostage
Twelve grams in my system
Got me like a slave, got me like a victim

Turn the whole sky black from a new pass-time to a habit
Watch the whole sky crack as the holes lie flat in my fabric
That’s just the life of an addict
Stand on that block, I gots to have it
Seen with the dopeboys who got the ish
Fiends by the trap, trapped, looking for the fix