ZEKERI JOSHUA - THE ADDICTION lyrics

[VERSE 1:] Fi', Fye, Fo', Foom These aren't even giants they elephants in the room There's a circus in here We worshiping in a zoo I'm a monkey, you nothing but a clown in a suit But I do as I'm taught Couple tricks that I learned Punches from monkey bars, you tip and I earned Or a jungle party pretend that it's wild up in here And I swing from a branch up into a lion's den Where we friends in the end Lights off, shows end And you packing up the case, you be popping open the trunk Toss me in the booth, it's an all-black room Where the only thing alive is the sound of your zoom And the ignition that revs up my thoughts Didn't I ever tell you I might be the Robocop? I open up my eyes in another black room With a chair and a table looking like a guard room You was in a corner screaming; “Talk to him! Talk to him!! If it's ever a chance he'll lose identification tattoo him You was thinking out the box But your place in the trunk” But that trunk would be a part of an elephant in this room Am I lying? The ape is talking back I had those nightmare visions in my mind Don't you know this important work that we doing for their minds? Why you acting like you better than everybody? We know your story You been raised upon ‘em offerings and tithes Actually they know the story of how I grew up To tighten my lose screws, I only got me screwed up At first I threw up But then her fingers got this new touch She been coming around Now I be loving this feeling too much, too much So I be telling my dawgs But y'all be sniffing my thoughts to see if I only entertain ya It is “de javu” with the sequel So now I been convinced entertainment is really the opium Of the people [VERSE 2:] One time for an*lgesics and pain k**ers Help me get upon this stage and be your pain k**er I'll make you numb to your encore That's recurring and hurts more Then Imma get rich from your addiction, c**aine dealers I'm plain k**a If you see me as just a source of your ecstasy The music anti-depressants not to be exactly What I thought I'll be But if I ain't what they want surely they'll cast me out Just like they some exorcists Never thought I'll walk down this road With a back pack in my hand Black man immigrant Told me Trayvon was high and he black jacked Zimmerman So I keep a poker face for my black screaming men I ain't got pity man I only got regrets That all these songs and our protests Were nothing but operas we set up in free sets Cos these kitchens where my hommies chopped off from these legs The same spot y'all wan' set up to eat meth And these days I ain't even think that I need breath And what defile a man ain't what goes into his chest Impressive line of defense But what about what goes into his soul, his spirit and his head? When every artiste who ever performed was probably under the influence To impress and influence ya But y'all got that influenza to the words from a warm heart From MJ to Brenda Fasie Word from the good kid Y'all only wanna trend a cla**ic Therapy to y'all molly addicts I ain't out here trying to let you see as a substitution to your molly habit [SOLO (Deborah Abel & Mr. Stringz):] Heal my mind Lord Cause my heart to be free Teach my eyes to see things Just the way you see it Cos these highs we climb only come down to falls Save my mind from gravity O Lord I pray Dark and blurry nights in fantasies that's not useful Save me from this drunkenness And bring me to that day when you'll send me to rehab [VERSE 3:] I also represent Anyone with a will that's weak And is fighting and struggling with himself We'll do this together, our hands in help Lord help me, I cannot restrain myself These flicks “X” ratings In my private moments I flick “X” pages That bring me satisfaction in these moments I'm next hating This life of d**h that I'm trapped in I'm next hades. Save me! I hate me for what I have become So I'm praying that Lord have mercy and pity upon this son Whose pa**ions set him on fire, You know Your son burns Temptations would scorch and leave you cold But I feel warm Now you don't think no more You just gon' please yourself when the urge comes You don't feel no more remorse Now it is recourse had to these pictures That leave imaginations forever haunting the soul That's the cause of temptations You gon' be in there feeling thrown in a hole on your own But not exactly all alone Feelings in my funny bone and moving pictures in my phone Come with pleasures then regrets When these visions in my mind Gave my life to Christ Why I gat these sensations in my thighs? This the addiction that burns with the heat of a tank of propane So this not a rap ‘bout how I'm slangin' crack or doing c**aine It's back to the story of how I grew up It is reminiscing the first shot that made me throw up I thought I grew up Now I'm here thinking I found love with the same girl Same one that I referenced in the first verse That's how you know I'm Abiku that's re-born every Sunday Like a phoenix from its ashes To be burn every Monday I had to point fingers first so you don't judge me I already think I feel Gods wrath I know You saved me from that life But I returned to it like I re-incarnated Back to those chains like re-incarcerated