[Intro:]
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.


[Verse 1:]
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, !@(% 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 %#@!

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


[Interlude: Excerpts from the Bible]


[Verse 2:]
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 %#@! 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 mother$#&@er, my cupboard is dusty

[Interlude:]

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.

[Verse 3:]

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 $#&@ed 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

[Interlude: Excerpts from the Bible]