mentally unstable when I let the dope mix with the Black Label/
dark thoughts, hard blocks lead to crack rocks and bank jobs/
white lines, death calls when each rain drops/

What do you see when you look at a grave with a dead corpse?
Pale skin, shut eyelids, black suit, another lost soul?
A priest standing tall, claiming he's headed towards a brighter world?

It keeps me in the zone, where I need to be
Steady tokes, wondering which drug can handle me
Left alone, slowly losing my sanity
Some say it's wrong
cause it leaves you in the shadows of reality