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May 2013
My Drug..
My Drug...is words injected in my blood...
like a book pull me open watch my letters flood...
Like the ocean, this the see..
The body coated me..
but my crack is my pen...
A blank page is ******...
and spoken word is my ****..
Because its exactly what I need..
To get me high..
I'm talking lifted above the sky..
This is more than just a vision
but word infected poison..
Because it seeps into your brain
makes you go insane
as they push against your skull
this drug is never dull
Once you understand it
you can't live without it...
Jungle fever type of motion
I got me
a
real bad
addict!
I went there
and I can't go back from it
and its causing some commotion
I can use to my advantage,
I could try to save the world
or I could slowly **** myself,
chasing after girl after girl...
see I received this sinful gift
Gave to me from Adam
knowledge in the fruit that Eve handed him
and generations later I sit addicted to gaining wisdom
in the form of words that were accidentally eaten..
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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   ---, Liam, Yolanda Smith, Melissa S, --- and 4 others
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