Haystak - Silver Spoon lyrics

Sometimes I write a record about something that's not necessarily something I went through, but something that I had watched my people go through. And it usually goes something like this here: Stepped out the back of a black escalade With a triple black suit on Some thousand dollar shoes on Black shades, cuz we burying a goodfella My wife stepped out, my man popped an umbrella Holding back tears while I sign the f**ing book Walking toward the casket, but I don't wanna look Had to see it for myself, I looked up and there he laid I wasn't overcome with sadness, I was filled full of rage I thought about the time we'd been riding together And how long it had been, seemed like forever Leaned down to him, told him "f** You" And just to think, you were someone that I looked up to Guess now I know it, really is true You love them pills more than me Like I said, "f** You" Stood up I was so mad, I could've flipped the f**in' casket over Trying to accept that that part of my life was over Kissed his momma on the forehead, looked into his toddler's eyes Too young to understand the fact that his father died He was eating them, sh**, needles made him cringe But the way my man went out, f**, it might as well've been: (Chorus:) A flame, and a needle, and a silver spoon My man took off and got high as the moon Looking down at the clouds and he never came down Til we put him in the ground, til we put him in the ground That man got a Ph.D, a medical degree And the son of a b**h ain't no better than me He'll k** ya kids quicker than I will Infecting the streets with them (Pain Pills) So many O.D. off of them O.Z.s I mean the little homies as well as O.G.s I've seen what it does cous, I've felt the buzz (huh) I know he's a doctor, and I don't give a f**, bruh k** my homie, and I'm coming back, ask Deezie About the last f@ggot-@ss b**h I smacked (b**h) For giving one of my dudes something that he ain't do And if he dies don't let it get traced back to you My people laid in the crib three days before someone came to help 'em And they might still be there if somebody hadn't smelled 'em Let me die crossing the mob, or robbing the Mexicans But I ain't trying to die off no mother f**in medicine I've popped the X, yeah I've sniffed a line, yeah I smoke some reefer, and I had to draw a line there The pain pills had me from '01 to '04 I couldn't feel them no more And I wasn't fixin' to die of no (Repeat Chorus) It's a h**n type high we chase like a pipe dream Start smokin them and it becomes a pipe dream We lose so many of us, but it's not enough He nodded off, and he don't got a pulse! And when the damage finally gets done Your friends argue over who's gonna dial 9-1-1 But them the same dudes that'll be at your funeral, carrying your casket I can't stand them dirty ba*tards But those were the friends you chose With allies like those, who needs foes Yo, you let your man die You heard your man cry And you just stood by And it cost him his life I got a phone call, that he had overdosed I hit the E.R., where he was comatose A breathing machine, without it he'd be gone 13,000 milligrams of hydrocodone I told him hold on, just breathe, that's my man If you can hear me homeboy, squeeze my hand He ain't squeezed it though, he just let it go And he died with tracks in between his toes Who knew