Painkillers

(Plane landing)

I've been up all night

On the red-eye flight

The dawn's early light

Got the skyline bright

I'm in the back of a car service

My driver's kinda nervous

Cause I'm toking on a blunt that's fat

He's say "You know where you at?"

I say "I know where I am

And if you really want a tip than mista don't get flam

I ain't tryin to be rude

And I ain't stressin you gramps

But this shit right here it be the breakfast of champs."

I've been tokin on this since 13 years old

And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold

And ain't nobody sneezin at the money I fold

And I ain't here for your pleasin so put that shit on hold

Just keep your mouth shut

And get me to the hotel

And turn the radio up

While I finish this ell

(doorman greeting Mr. Ford)

I hop out my car

Step into the lobby

Everybody's on the floor

It's a motherfucking robbery

The shit's in progress

I can feel the stress

I wondered silently to God how I get in this mess?

They told me to freeze

And get down on my knees

Between my jewels and my cash I'm holdin 35g's

They told me to run it

So I got bold and I fronted

And like Slick Rick said "I know I shouldn't a done it."

Cause now they standin over me, watching me bleed

Damn I gotta quit smoking all this weed

There's a pain in my chest

But yo I must be blessed

Cause before I faded out I saw EMS

The paramedics

They greet me with some anasthetics

They killing my pain

They screamin my name

Trying to keep me in the conscience world

I'm thinking bout my mom my sister and my girl

I'm prayin to God don't let this go too far

As they rushed me into the ST. Luke's O.R

They pulled the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar

Now I'm wearin this scar

Cause I tried to play hard

(doctor talking to Mr. Ford)

Yo this can't happen to me

I just can't believe it

Trapped in a wheelchair

A Parapalegic

There ain't no rehab

There ain't no therapy

For the rest of my life

Someone's gotta take care of me

And people stare at me with pity in they eyes

And every morning I rise

To a life of despise

And everynight I think I might never rock the mike again

Cause my brain's fucked up on Percocet and Vicodine

Might as well be heroin pulsing through my veins

Gotta cure these pains

Or blow out my brains

To free me from these chains

I'm trapped in this physical hell

To walk again I just might sell my soul

And I'm only 20-something years old