Body & Soul

Intro: <br>(inhaling) My last time gettin` high<br><br>Verse 1:<br>Fallin` in love ain`t no joke <br>Some praise dope like the Catholic praise the pope<br>I`m looking at my life thrugh the hour glass<br>How much longer in this world will I last<br>Boostin` basein` one of the cops chasin`<br>Big time I be facin` in need of a vacation<br>Got hooked in a year, never kicked the habit<br>First day on the streets i still had to have it (body and soul)<br>Back on the scene a full fleded fiend<br>Pull a scheme and get high by all means<br>A quarter spoon a day is my medicene<br>I ain`t never had a high that was better than<br>When I`m nodding drifting in my own zone<br>I wanna be left all alone<br>Some front like they high, but they ain`t high<br>The ultimate high is when you die<br><br>Hook:<br>Please tell me why. I`m hooked on this dope.<br>It`s got me feeling out of control<br>I can`t deny (no no) that I need help<br>It`s taking over my body and soul body and soul<br><br>Verse 2:<br>Being addicted to this dope makes me wonder<br>Will it be another dose that`ll take me under<br>Or another dope fiend with the same habit<br>Puttin` a knife in my back like a street savage<br>And the road that I travel is a dark route<br>From one stop to another then the jail house<br>It seems that I`m waiting on my day to pass<br>Methodul is what I`m on no I can`t last (body and soul)<br>As I withdraw dripped with sweat to make it through the night<br>But trying to kick this freakin` habit is a strong fight<br>I seen my girl overdose it`s been 3 days<br>Impuleses convulses send me in a daze<br>I can hear 2Pac tellin` me to be strong<br>But my nigga got stoned and left us out here alone<br>I know I gots to quit before my future unfolds<br>This shit got the best of my body and soul<br><br>Hook<br><br>"Picture your dreams on a triple beam"<br>"Don`t underestimate the power of the bitches"<br><br>Verse 3:<br>I`m lost and turned out, do anything for a fix<br>Dying slow and can`t seem to kick the habit<br>Shot up so much dope I can`t fing a good vein<br>But when I ain`t high my whole bodys in pain<br>So everyday I`m searching for that dogs food<br>A lost sould in the ghetto like a whirlpool<br>In a shack with 5 other dope fiends<br>Who got tracks damn near lower than a Soul Train<br>And it`s a shame cause all it took was one hit<br>Straight to the vein now they got a nigga losin` it<br>A true hustler having money turned junky<br>I wanna stop but they say I can`t shake the monkey<br>Off my back, I even tried to go cold turkey<br>But all it did was make me fiend more and mentally hurt me<br>Quickly running out of time I got to watch the clock<br>So on McDownly Street caught up in Gridlock`d<br><br>Hook (x2)