Self Medicated - Spinz

Ok I admit it, I´m self medicated

I write my own prescriptions

I need my drugs

It´s my music

My music

My music

As a child I was a little wild, full of energy

Creative mind wondering what this life had in store for me

I was born into the system hearts were ripped and torn

I felt rejection from the first second I was born

America´s youth they live their childhoods in group homes

Mommas leave their babies on Friday´s with there folks

Smell the next day wreaks of vodka and crack smoke

These are the conditions we living in

These are the conditions of the kids in the system

Forced to take downers while docs taking cut backs to give kids conditions

They´re walking around like zombies and this is how parents control them

I was just a little to energetic for the rest of the class

Let´s try ritalin

They put that shit in me

I went out of my skin and I told them like this

Ok I admit it, I´m self medicated

I write my own prescriptions

I need my drugs

It´s my music

My music

My music

They got new technologies to block progress

Communications getting low on the block

Our blocks are so hot they got cops on every corner, lurking

Just waiting for you to start jerking

You learn quick the difference between a chump and a slick

Your man and a trick

Your next meal and the only way to get it

Alley chases rat races pacing through the corridor

Living life like an action, turned into a horror film

I´d borrow a cup of sugar but ain’t got the coffee to go with it

Dig myself from the depths of hell without even blinking

While sinking to a turmoil without even drinking

I´m seeing the world for what it is as a whole

I see the world spinning deeper straight into a hole

Out of control like loose nuts without a bolt

Like the feeling of the cold steel of a 45 colt

The world keeps revolving around its axis

Still got a lack of VIP access badges

Throw the world for a back flip with each word spit

Gifted with the script in these days that get drastic

Fantastic voyages paid with plastic

Throw it overboard you can fade to blackness

Without even asking I’m a cure for the curse

A gift for the innocent it partially gets worse

Compensated for the gift that was given

He´s sifting through the rubble

Like I´m looking for lost children and women

He don’t ever quit until the stories been written

What he speaks is the truth without a question

Second guessin the veterans that got us in the industry

What underground hip hop really means to me

What spilling my guts with Dub brings

Erik he relates to me

We relatives in tune get pushed each seat

I survive the only way I know how

It´s through this music

Ok I admit it, I´m self medicated

I write my own prescriptions

I need my drugs

It´s my music

My music

My music