Drug addiction is a very serious matter,thats why this rap is very serious...get it?And its quite emotional aswell,especially if you've been through it or know someone that's going through it...If you're going through it then it won't really mean anything...ha...Inspired by Anthony Kiedis' biography,Scar Tissue. Enjoy.
Who You Are
This is a place where the racists make it,
And the cases are filled with familiar faces,
You don't have to take this,
But every other day is,
Riding through the back streets and trying not to cave in,
Rehab didn't get through to the brain waves,
Every damn minute you're replaying the same day,
You can't get back 'cause you don't know where the lane is,
You got no money and they're making you frustrated,
The lights are all out and you've lost the car,
You play famous,cut the crap man you know who you are.
Back to the streets trying to get a nice high,
Back to the streets where the sober dreams die,
Away from your home and the friends who talk shit,
Away from your bed and your wife laying across it,
Refuge in the motel and empty out the bar,
You've lost it all and you know who you are.
Your outrage is a play where the dealers are stages,
And the script goes on for hundreds of pages,
You don't have to take this,
But you split your wages,
And relapse into the dark valleys of strangers,
You can't face the fact that you're arm is going blue,
Your best friend don't even recognise you,
And you sit back and let it all run through,
You lost yourself and you can't even stand,
Poor sucker is meant to be meeting his band,
And going to play a gig that could change their lives,
You can't drive and you're just about surviving,
The band's pissed off with all the rehearsals you've been skiving,
You're stuck in a circle 'til they pull you back out,
They can't hear you and you don't have the strength to shout.
Back to the streets trying to get a nice high,
Back to the streets where the sober dreams die,
Away from your home and the friends who talk shit,
Away from your bed and your wife laying across it,
Refuge in the motel and empty out the bar,
You've lost it all and you know who you are.
I will never leave you,
I just wanna save you,
Show you what you mean to the people all around you,
Its a rough day to get through,
The streets trying to break you,
Pain you didn't know existed starts to control you,
Show you what it means to have it all about you,
Its a rough day to get through.
(The stars mirror your dreams and tonight they wanna glisten)
(Grab the mic from the crowd and pretend you wanna listen)
(Start to look back on all the girls you've been kissing)
(Get props from the doctor and start to fucking listen)
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