Tried to warn

a message to those who have found themselves deep in addiction

I’m pushing words

Your peddling letters

Whether it’s the introspective degenerate

Or the outspoken illiterate

 

All I know is I’m searching for my large professor

I’m trying to be known as one hell of a storyteller

Because I’m not selling crack, don’t got a wicked jump shot

But I damn sure can exhale these tales to take me to the top

 

Look at the positives and not the fails

And to all those fair-weather friends

I might turn the cheek

But let it be known your lack of loyalty disgust me

 I wish you well

 

Take head the warning

Its either a hot pine box or a cold cement cell

Drop that s**t now, those pills are your free ticket to hell

Its not the getting high part, It’s the lengths you go to get that spark

 

That’s the difference, the solution is the simplest

Yet hardest to touch,

So we bypass certain roads and then we start to spiral

Its viral, it’s an infection, I tried to warn you

 

Too Late, on to the next patient