Struggles with Pain and Addiction

Yeah, my brother keep on taking all them pills. Yeah,

I don't know why I keep on popping all these pills. Yeah,

my mama told me get up out the bed. I keep on hearing them drugs

call my name. Yeah, I tell them people that I'm not here for

the money or the fame. But I saw my homie cry when his mama

died. I might float high like a butterfly. Now,

I done almost lost my life four times. What you know about when you

see your homie thinking about suicide? But all he really do is sit in a