Grip Grand - A New Drug (Work in Progress) lyrics

I think I want a new drug like I'm Huey or I need a cool G rap on some Truly Yours They said it's no strings attached But the fact is, it's all strings The sh** has more strings than a movie score It kind of threw me for a loop like a lariat They givin' me the run around like a chariot And I been starin' at the sh** so long it was like “If you love it that much, you should marry it” You could bury it away but it never takes You could rearrange the pain into several shapes It's a fist, it's a gun, it's a song, it's a start It's insurance on your heart if it ever breaks And may God strike me down if I'm ever fake Maybe she already did and I'll never wake I think it's some kind of dream Because sometimes it seems Like I'm tryna take a shot I could never make And yesterday's like a promise I didn't keep And I been workin' on a song but it's incomplete And when they put me on a different beat That won't be the reason that I tell ‘em “Life is free, but it isn't cheap” No matter what they say, don't ever admit defeat I'm like a rain storm I make a big splash when I hit the street And make ‘em all dance in the heat Or, like, lamp in a B-Boy stance at the least Domination of the game, I may never see Complications of a way I may never be Maybe destiny has other plans But, under the circumstance I don't even know what a success would be I can't call it, I'm not the best referee I had to do it all myself out of necessity And when I drop it like the Extra P I tell ‘em buy the album But you seldom buy the album you can get for free So it's a brave new world to maneuver and I can't party and bullsh** like "Who's the Man" And even when they say you da man You still gotta go into the booth and Transform into Superman Verbal astronomer, discover new bars In the galaxy of stars on the verge of Andromeda Word to Bambaataa, I'ma scientist, rap scholar tryin' sh** Y'all have never heard in that genre And everything is one thing, like the solar system I think I need a new order like Joy Division Boy, I listened to them other folks ‘til it went up in smoke Nowadays I only trust my own opinion Won't it hit ‘em in the heart when the movement died? Ask Jesus, it hurts bein' crucified But when the time had come to decide Who k**ed the music The coroner ruled it a suicide