VERSE 1:

Tristate native, evasive,
until I'm under surveillance and catch two second degree cases,
a vagrant in a cop car, heading to the station,
flagrant violation of my probated placement,
practice patience, the bottom bunks my days inn,
population sardine, awaiting my arraignment,
I've made payments, you can check my battle statement,
it's in the glovebox labeled Chases affidavit
Cough breath and taste it, I'm awfully contagious,
stalk, creep, you're pacing, cautious, impatient,
walk free then maybe your lost dreams awaken,
cross me, adjacent, god speed, don't pay rent,
in my head or park free, no days inn,
my day begins with coffee and bacon
not lofty frustration, faulty amazement, no habeas corpus
I got corpses in basement who don't say shit, Arcadian

CHORUS (2X):

You'll never find me in this toxic swell,
catacombs collapse behind agnostic shells,
if I'm going anywhere yo it's prolly hell,
because I'm a product from bottom of the common wealth

VERSE 2:

I'm a weasel when I'm feeble in my ways,
brain teeter in the streets pain relievers in my face,
I'm a beetle on the fray, on the fringe when I binge,
I'm eagle gone astray, a needle in the hay
(rabbit rabbit)
rabbit in my blood, I'm an addict with no buzz,
black magic with the madmen, dabble in the mud,
bad habits I am fucked when I'm adamant,
if I crash again, you better run passed the "accident"
behind the driver, divide the fire cause it's my turn,
itemized list, dope, rig, spoon and lighter,
cotton from the rotten single smoke from my pocket,
siphon through the filter, this is what I'd kill for,
bubbles in the junction, but fuck it, proceed to bludgeon,
pull and push the plug in, ohhhh what a dungeon I've dug in,
drowning in uppers and downers for supper I'm clouded
in meds, I'm dead but this is how I'm fed,
I was gutter loving, I was comfort-able
to cut off all the helping hands when I detached the jumper cables, strapped turtle suit, lock me in a rubber stable,
I can't maneuver around the stigma of a junker label

CHORUS (2X):

You'll never find me in this toxic swell,
catacombs collapse behind agnostic shells,
if I'm going anywhere yo it's prolly hell,
because I'm a product from bottom of the common wealth

VERSE 3:

I'm a user, abuser, staring down bazookas,
been fucking this vein, tolerance karma sutra,
never understood that a lil dab'll do ya,
track marks the spot held together by the sutures,
gruesome, I'm not opposed to twosomes,
ketamine fused with methanphetamine, nuke this.
choking on my tongue, deaths drips give me blue lips often,
my family got the blueprints for my coffin,
living with the monkey on back,
money's not an option just a tool to get exact,
an addict with plan is an addict with a death wish,
an addict with demands is no man to mess with,

(2X)
too much invested in a soul that's been arrested,
will only be lost unless the tough love neglects it.