Echoes of Addiction

This is a TISM Turtle production. Damn son, this is a

banger. Flows. Drug addiction inflicted within my bloodline. Depictions of livid

living conditions in mind. Visions of wicked spirits that slither behind.

Hissing the script of sickness I'm gripping in rhyme. Sitting on splintered limits,

I'm tipping in time. Drifting in inner prisons, no quitting the

climb. Heart beating like pistons that flicker and grind. Spitting through thick

afflictions that cripple the spine. Riddled with inner friction that glitters in grime.

Rituals in my system like victims confined. Whispers within the distance that flicker