Substance

They call me the mic abuser, droppin' lines like a hard drug user
Artist in time, these phones intrude ya
Do more harm than good, Social media food likes dopamine mood
Addiction is rude, counting our calories til' existence is fed
Got me misled, but lead for this pen-
Cil lies all in the head, some feel better off dead
If the thoughts win, let it linger
You can't feel me like numb fingers
All these gangsters want gold freezеrs
So much ice, they fill a pack
For violent pack attacks, 2Pac didn't fight for that
Tirеd of the hood rats, Sick of the nic-otine substance consumers
Lookin' for a Hollywood night-bloomer
Dependence is no way to live, given penance over heroin
You're trippin like a loose lace ain't no way you measure innocence
Instant consequence, it isn't coincidence
Flip a coin just to know what statistic is
Your life is like a hit, blunt yourself down when you used to be so sharp
They say the good die young, does that mean us surviving are extra smart?
And those as bad as they come, are they keenly thriving or just playing a part
Because they used to love and have fun, but no one ever taught them how to fix a broken heart
Now ammo loads their gun, bullet of the soulless oughta be the shoe to kick a board apart

Weapon is a martial art, drunken monkey, bunch of alcohol
She's cute, but I'll never call, movin' with speed, no Adderall
Wrappin' up the present, gifted after all
Past and future still relevant, don't disregard, relish it
Diss the wrong guard, and time gets delicate
Sit back, poster up, and meditate
No attack, post up, or medicate
Letter back the post mate,
I got all day, time to wait doesn't mean time to waste
Let's celebrate and be breathing, substance free now that's feeling
Substance free now that’s feeling!

They take guns at face value, steal again what's the face value?
Still friends? That's a real mandle
Candle for men, hot enough to start a scandal
Handle the heat of the track in bare sandals
Beg in the street, no attacking bear Yukon panhandle
You ever felt so broke, that Top Ramen's a life rope
And you wanna bungee no, cord wings will grow you hope
They sure will when you land
Buried deeper than a metal detector can scan
But hey, you left a message louder than any microphone checker will withstand
So let's raise our index, point up to a destination that you now ascend
We miss you man
Know these words are better meant
To be a better man is where you went
Hope heaven is your betterment
God given, face faith and take heaven sent
Left of my chest is where your songs are felt a ton
Substance doesn't save us when we feel like no one
You matter in the end, I wish you could pick up a pen again
A moment of silence...