Otherside

He rolled up, asked him what he was sippin' on

He said lean, You want to hit it, dawg?

That's the same stuff Weezy's sippin' huh?

And tons of other rappers that be spittin' hard

Yup yup five a bone

When he p***ed him that styrofoam

The easter pink, heard it in a rhyme before

Finally got to see what all the hype was on

And then he took a sip, sittin' in the lincoln

Thinkin' he was pimpin' as he listen to the system

Little did he know that it was just as addictive as base

Not the kind of hit from the kick drum

Hot box, let the b*** bump

Take it to the face, gulp

Months later the use went up

Every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff

But Goddamn he loved that feelin'

Purple rain coated in the throat

Just so healin'

Medicine alleviate the sickness

Liquid affix and it comes with a cost

Wake up, cold sweat, scratchin', itchin'

Trying to escape the skin that barely fit him

Gone, get another bottle just to get a couple swallows

Headed towards the bottom couldn't get off it

Didn't even think he had a problem

Though he couldn't sleep without gettin' nauseous

Room spinnin'

Thinkin' he might of sipped just a little bit too much of that cough syrup

His eyelids closed shut

Sat back in the chair clutchin' that cup

Girlfriend came and a couple hours later

Said his name shook him but he never got up

He never got up, he never got up

We live on the cusp of death thinkin' that it won't be us

It won't be us, it won't be us, it won't be us

Nah, it won't be us

Now he just wanted to act like them

He just wanted to rap like him

Us as rappers underestimate the power

And the effects that we have on these kids

Blunt p***ed, ash in a tin, pack being pushed, har***ed by the feds

The fact of it is most people that rap like this

Talkin' about some **** they haven't lived

Surprise, you know the drill

Trapped in a box, declined record sales

Follow the formula violence, dr*gs, and, sex sells

So we try to sound like someone else

This is not Californication

There's no way to glorify this pavement

Syrup, percocet, and an eighth a day

Will leave you broke, depressed, and emotionally vacant

Despite how Lil Wayne lives

It's not conducive to being creative

And I know 'cause he's my favorite

And I know 'cause I was off that same mix

Rationalize the **** that I'd try after I listen to dedication

But he's an alien, I'd sip that ****, p*** out or play Playstation

Months later I'm in the same place

No music made, feeling like a failure

And trust me it's not d*pe

To be 25 and move back to your parent's basement

I've seen my people's dreams die

I've seen what they can be denied

And not a dr*g- that's denial

Groundhog Day life repeat each time

I've seen oxycontin take three lives

I grew up with them, we used to chief dimes

I've seen ******* bring out the demons inside

Cheatin' and lyin'

Friendship cease, no peace in the mind

Stealin' and takin' anything to fix the pieces inside

Broken, hopeless, headed nowhere

Only motivation for what the dealer's supplying

That rush, that dr*g, that d*pe

Those pills, that crumb, that roach

Thinkin' I would never do that, not that dr*g

And growing up nobody ever does

Until your stuck,

Lookin' in the mirror like I can't believe what I've become

Swore I was goin' to be someone

And growing up everyone always does

We sell our dreams and our potential

To escape through that buzz

Just keep me up, keep me up

Hollywood here we come