Addiction Cycles

(Not using for an entire year, really goes beyond me, and we're gonna be looking at , uhm, what that's about, what we call an addiction cycle and breaking the cycle.
What then?)

I got many shades, I'm Calico cat
I'm over this party, I rather go rap
These bitches is dumb, miss, these niggas is wack
I cook a new drug, it's better than that
I had a disease, I couldn't connect
They call it MC, go ahead and inject, like that
You feel better now? Ease into it
Your mama and your papa told you
"Please don't do it", right?
But you hooked onto it, right?
It's better than sex, you melting away
Tomorrow was today, and today was...
The sound of the rain
The blare of the horn
The bust of the beat
The stroke of the snare
The grip of the hand
The taste of a sound
The sight of a smell, inhale
You are officially down

Same shit that make you grow
Be the shit that break your bones, though
Between success and death I live but a stones throw
My dreams scored to a mean horn solo
It's incomplete, It'd be some feat to walk this road dolo
Still here through two Cuomos
Folks getting old, Moms can't drive the Volvo
Hard grills is marble, cry diamond tears, bleed rubies
Bruised feet got tar heels
Don't confuse what you call my art
With just how my heart spills
We Khalil Gibrans, prophets of this modern day spiel
Truth food for thought's a holiday meal
That keeps you from being a corpse that the coroner seals
Up in that bag, few words like a cut or a stab
A movement on Earth for merely running it back
Records spin in revolutions
The milk and honey, recovered in wax
The waning moon, breakin' through the clouds
To make another route from the Nino Browns
Separate the ways how (how, how)
They was putting you down

I got many shades, I'm Calico cat
I'm over this party, I rather go rap
These bitches is dumb, miss, these niggas is wack
I cook a new drug, it's better than that
I had a disease, I couldn't connect
They call it MC, go ahead and inject, like that
Feel better now? Ease into it
Your mama and your papa told you
"Please don't do it", right?
But you hooked onto it, right?
It's better than sex, you melting way
Tomorrow was today, and today was...
The sound of the rain
The blare of the horn
The bust of the beat
The stroke of the snare
The grip of the hand
The taste of a sound
The sight of a smell, inhale
You are officially down