Open Mic Number: One
Adrenaline Junkie
September 20, 2006
We're all addicts, slaves to habits
and dammit, we cant escape the fate
doomed to repeat, repeat - injections
blood rushed in projections our mindless
inflections while infections run deep.
We strive to sleep but our minds creep
Blood seeps through veins, and begins to pound
So fast and so hard, the sound drowns
Nothing but the thud-thud, of this thick blood-stuff
I tighten my shoes, and prepare to lose,
I’m screwed by my need, this rabid habit
Just give in, finish living, the life of a junkie
It’s sunk me, and I’m just holding my breath
Cause I can’t live if I ain’t close to death
My brain’s smashed, I’d jump from mile-high
If I thought the plane would crash
Pay cash for scars, flaming cars,
Gold bars for broken bones, hanging from a line
With the telephone calling –
Mother’s bawling, I’m free-falling.
-f.falling
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my two links:
Looking At You - Clisk
Link: http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=308434
Listen - M O N.
Link: http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...35#post5151935