Angel Dust

When I was a young man – scratch that, I am a young man. When I was a young

Boy I wanted to alter my mind with a substance. I tried every little thing

That I could smoke or sniff and every pill that I could chew or swallow. It

Made me high but inside I still felt hollow like there was no tomorrow so I

Resorted to sniffing this dust and drinking this bottle.

Why do I do what I do and have what I have?

I make myself into what I have pictured myself as

Picture myself bad with a pad erratically

Vicious, I felt mad at a world that had it for me

Watching them scatter, scurry sideways and laterally

In a hurry, judgment is bad, vision is blurry

I got the ugliest attitude in this rhythmic flurry

Shivery misery, look at this smile, isn't it ugly?

Chipped-tooth grin, heroin sin

Evil wordplay spray ever since I've been ten

Have I forgot to mention my name is Slaine?

I am famous, the shameless, heinous, aimless

Reign to strange on some deranged shit

While my ego's even bigger than Ving Rhames' lips, amigo

It's like in Spanish, you don't understand the language

That I came with, let's take a purple rain hit

Every fight that I get into, lose a little bit of blood

A little booze, a little drugs, litter crews in little slugs

Bitter news to get a buzz, spit it, you's a little bug

My girl thinks I am the worst mama, considered thugs

Me and all of my friends cause karma had shit on us

We switched to yey instead of dust, dismissed what they said of us

I took my time, never rushed dust, my lust must be

Choppers and screwdriver point plus a trustee

My guts are bigger than my nuts, trust me

I puffed enough els and huffed enough paint to cover a Huffy

I lie all the time, it's getting harder for my mother to trust me

I'm hungry motherfucker, my cupboard is dusty

So here I am as an older man and the world has only gotten colder, man. I

Don't know the plan. A lone soldier. Damn. Look what's happened to me: When

I was a boy looking to that substance I never thought it would come to

This.

For each different crew, I slipped into

The gutterish hunger and sicker addiction grew

It crawled in my veins, it's a ball and a chain

It's a demon on my shoulder that keeps calling my name (Slaine! )

I weep with the willows, sleep with the pillows

Creep with the silhouettes deep in the middle

Secrets and riddles, anger and smooth steel

Pulling the trigger cause I don't know who's real

Know who's who or either what's what

How can I believe? I'm so deceived and fucked up

My poetry bleeds on these rosary beads

And I'm looking in the mirror at what's supposedly me

Look how you've grown into this ghostly MC

Look what I've known, I see how must of them be

Society's streets, I'm another casualty

Fogging up the window looking through the glass at reality