He started with marijuana,
then graduated to coke cuz now he needed something stronger.
Mescaline, dust, downers, injections sensation...
And there he was, bleeding from his nose and he
couldn't breathe but he's still thought about the next
gram.
He was ashamed and refused to let me help him, and that broked my heart.
But one August noon the police picked him up.
And they drove him to a home for the peeps who turned black.

You said you be gone untill next year, and you made me promis I will still be here.
I took your words and I believed in everything you said to me.
The time past, i stayed strong.
You had locked up my heart and soul, and the key was gone.