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Tell me your pretty lies
Hide behind your disguise
Say those 3 words I wanna hear (I love you)
Even if it's not true, my dear (Ha, ha, ha)
I can't

around with knives
What if I told you I done seen dark things, yeah, since I was five
I seen pills, prescriptions, different forms of addiction by the age

Ain't U da Masta

Masta Ace

SlaughtaHouse

1993

Here come the jams, yo punks, guard your domes
It's the man with the mad new styles and funky poems
So strike one, strike two, strike three, you're

toes
I can't feel my nose
I can't feel my eyebrows
But my heart beating faster by the second
By the minute 
By the hour 
By the day 
Babaaayyy
Is what I

a thief
And this will get you through the day
We'll get on marvelously

It gets so crowded in an empty place
Two eyeballs for every face
Three bodies

lose passions and start to choke, whatchu know
Everyday is just a regular hoax
Being played by the government a sinister joke
‘Cause addiction is a game

of all that you knew
And all that you know
Flickering static
The pages are turning it's feeling dramatic

A play
Day by day
You set the stage and you walk

forward, move silent and graced, for the time and the day that we're likely to change 
I'm a stranger, looking in the mirror, see a face of, an image that's

Black rapper with a conscience I'll be out by half past
27 coming sooner than you think, 5 years till I'm a tree in Bedfast
Loving memory of the boy,

your life
Only time to react
No time to think twice
So you gotta see 3 steps ahead
Take experience advice get a slice
Nothin nice everything a price

Babe come closer
Why are you so far away? I'm cold

Prophecy fulfilled
An addiction to the thrill was overshadowed
By my constant inability to feel

the way that I'm living my life but I never make a change
I know I need to fight addiction but I'll put that off on another day
The time is now
If I'm ever

Daddy left fo' I was 3
I call the streets my home
Never had my own room
It was a shoot out most days
Niggas be dead before noon
The OGs dead or in jail

when you taking pictures
I might blind you with my new addiction
Money and fame that new religion
Pray to God I ain't making dumb decisions
Since day one

Day
Doing my own thing
Sin had me paid slave
Death was the salary
Glad that I missed the pay day
Satan will promise you everything
On a play date
Then

it's only healthy
But I'll always love the DL3
An oxymoron she's a beautiful nightmare
Clear the air, take a spliff and I light it
Look out my window

Intro the outro
1M, 2M, need to get out more
3 exhibits, we could stack some bars
Hit the sack, watch your mouth though
All the running from

Uh
Lock down in chains
Can't believe I gave my heart away
Going insane
Don't think I can make another day

Whenever you not here with me
Imma cry my

explodes
With my man, we make love three times a day

Until the day I rubbed his balls

Simple winds that fade away,
In the brief sound of half-light
Close to the hopeful getaway
Away from the haunts of night.

III. Delirium, Addiction

in my brain
I ain't an addict but I got addictions to deal with afflictions that tear me apart
You gotta be kidding cause my intuition it show me who

Tell me baby, can you feel my sorrows
Walk a mile in shoes you could never borrow
Shit, a bright present beats no tomorrow
Fueled by women that you

provoking
Appalling
But wanting for more like addiction, I snort the pain that it's sore when feeling worse, I'm torn with great remorse
Don't worry

Fine

My First Day

Haystak

Portrait of a White Boy

2004

way too long
Beggin God please, bring me home
I stopped before, three or four days
Always end up back in the same place
People call me a junkie,