Drive You

I smoke life and I exhale death

Got suicide in my lungs, purgatory on my breath

Got demons in my chest that make me rhyme like I'm possessed

I let 'em do what they do, homie, the vodka does the rest

I take everything I've repressed, no matter how minute

And I shoot it out, baby, Columbine in the booth

Yup, I shoot truth serum in your ear

When it comes to Greatness, believe everything you hear

'Cause I can't help myself, I'm too real how I feel

I report to the mic, it's my April O'Neil

The corner light quicksand so why I don't sink?

On the block so long Rudolph's nose fadin' to pink