Silver Spoon

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 fucking 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 "Fuck 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, "Fuck You"

Stood up I was so mad, I could've flipped the fuckin' 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, shit, needles made him cringe

But the way my man went out, fuck, it might as well've been:

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 bitch ain't no better than me

He'll kill 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 fuck, bruh

Kill my homie, and I'm coming back, ask Deezie

About the last f@ggot-@ss bitch I smacked (bitch)

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 fuckin 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

It's a heroin 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 bastards

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

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