Timestamp: 1371045396

M A C K L E M O RE - O T H E R S I D E

I’ve seen my people’s dreams die, I’ve seen what they can be denied
And “weeds not a drug” - that’s denial
Groundhog Day life repeat each time
I’ve seen oxycontin take three lives
I grew up with them, we used to chief dimes
I’ve seen cocaine bring out the demons inside
Cheatin’ and lyin’
Friendship cease, no peace in the mind
Stealin’ and takin’ anything to fix the pieces inside
Broken, hopeless, headed nowhere
Only motivation for what the dealer’s supplying
That rush, that drug, that dope
Those pills, that crumb, that roach
Thinkin’ I would never do that, not that drug
and growing up nobody ever does
Until your stuck, lookin’ in the mirror like I can’t believe what I’ve become
Swore I was goin’ to be someone
And growing up everyone always does
We sell our dreams and our potential, to escape through that buzz.