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jay' major - the addiction lyrics

[verse 1:]
fi’, fye, fo’, foom
these aren’t even giants they elephants in the room
there’s a circus in here
we worshiping in a zoo
i’m a monkey, you nothing but a clown in a suit
but i do as i’m taught
couple tricks that i learned
punches from monkey bars, you tip and i earned
or a jungle party pretend that it’s wild up in here
and i swing from a branch up into a lion’s den
where we friends in the end
lights off, shows end
and you packing up the case, you be popping open the trunk
toss me in the booth, it’s an all-black room
where the only thing alive is the sound of your zoom
and the ignition that revs up my thoughts
didn’t i ever tell you i might be the robocop?
i open up my eyes in another black room
with a chair and a table looking like a guard room
you was in a corner screaming;
“talk to him! talk to him!!
if it’s ever a chance he’ll lose identification tattoo him
you was thinking out the box
but your place in the trunk”
but that trunk would be a part of an elephant in this room
am i lying?
the ape is talking back
i had those nightmare visions in my mind
don’t you know this important work that we doing for their minds?
why you acting like you better than everybody?
we know your story
you been raised upon ‘em offerings and t-thes
actually they know the story of how i grew up
to tighten my lose screws, i only got me screwed up
at first i threw up
but then her fingers got this new touch
she been coming around
now i be loving this feeling too much, too much
so i be telling my dawgs
but y’all be sniffing my thoughts to see if i only entertain ya
it is “de javu” with the sequel
so now i been convinced entertainment is really the opium
of the people

[verse 2:]
one time for -n-lgesics and pain k!llers
help me get upon this stage and be your pain k!ller
i’ll make you numb to your encore
that’s recurring and hurts more
then imma get rich from your addiction, cocaine dealers
i’m plain k!lla
if you see me as just a source of your ecstasy
the music anti-depressants not to be exactly
what i thought i’ll be
but if i ain’t what they want surely they’ll cast me out
just like they some exorcists
never thought i’ll walk down this road
with a back pack in my hand
black man immigrant
told me trayvon was high and he black jacked zimmerman
so i keep a poker face for my black screaming men
i ain’t got pity man
i only got regrets
that all these songs and our protests
were nothing but operas we set up in free sets
cos these kitchens where my hommies chopped off from these legs
the same spot y’all wan’ set up to eat meth
and these days i ain’t even think that i need breath
and what defile a man ain’t what goes into his chest
impressive line of defense
but what about what goes into his soul, his spirit and his head?
when every artiste who ever performed was probably under the influence
to impress and influence ya
but y’all got that influenza to the words from a warm heart
from mj to brenda fasie
word from the good kid
y’all only wanna trend a cl-ssic
therapy to y’all molly addicts
i ain’t out here trying to let you see as a subst-tution to your molly habit

[solo (deborah abel & mr. stringz):]
heal my mind lord
cause my heart to be free
teach my eyes to see things
just the way you see it
cos these highs we climb only come down to falls
save my mind from gravity
o lord i pray
dark and blurry nights in fantasies that’s not useful
save me from this drunkenness
and bring me to that day when you’ll send me to rehab

[verse 3:]
i also represent
anyone with a will that’s weak
and is fighting and struggling with himself
we’ll do this together, our hands in help
lord help me, i cannot restrain myself
these fl1cks “x” ratings
in my private moments i fl1ck “x” pages
that bring me satisfaction in these moments i’m next hating
this life of death that i’m trapped in
i’m next hades. save me!
i hate me for what i have become
so i’m praying that lord have mercy and pity upon this son
whose p-ssions set him on fire, you know your son burns
temptations would scorch and leave you cold
but i feel warm
now you don’t think no more
you just gon’ please yourself when the urge comes
you don’t feel no more remorse
now it is recourse had to these pictures
that leave imaginations forever haunting the soul
that’s the cause of temptations
you gon’ be in there feeling thrown in a hole on your own
but not exactly all alone
feelings in my funny bone and moving pictures in my phone
come with pleasures then regrets
when these visions in my mind
gave my life to christ
why i gat these sensations in my thighs?
this the addiction that burns with the heat of a tank of propane
so this not a rap ‘bout how i’m slangin’ crack or doing cocaine
it’s back to the story of how i grew up
it is reminiscing the first shot that made me throw up
i thought i grew up
now i’m here thinking i found love with the same girl
same one that i referenced in the first verse
that’s how you know i’m abiku that’s re-born every sunday
like a phoenix from its ashes
to be burn every monday
i had to point fingers first so you don’t judge me
i already think i feel gods wrath
i know you saved me from that life
but i returned to it like i re-incarnated
back to those chains like re-incarcerated

- jay major lyrics

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