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1 From methamphetamine to steps and getting clean. Facing death, no breath, just festering. Now I'm obsessed with bettering, blessed, living my best with blessed beings. From the depths of evergreens to the rivers of inebriation. This a demon's nation, fulla demon natives. Behind the scenes is takin. Machines of Satan. Schemes to trap feeble vagrants and keep em wasted. Where they can't even see the Matrix. I rap alleviation, the facts are mediation. Adapt and keep em' hating. Relapse and feed the ravens. Recovery my raft it keeps me straightened. Work steps, don't pick up, come back and see you make it. 2 I'm Trajic with an inferno, in Turbo, My word flows is thermal Nuclear. My journal loopier. Than a world of purple Ninja Turtles from Jupiter. And with every fucking kernel, I burn all Illusions sir. Get in the circle, Into a cure. Cash Rule Everything Around Me but guess fast fools, devils scheme to drown me. Ask who'll never flee or bounce g. Capsule vessels bring the county, examiner, manicure, for the damn disturbed. Baffled, deadly stings, surrounding. Fentanyl, is like tentacles, Fragile, death it brings, loudly. Or actually quietly it's factually piracy, Tactfully, hijack ya peace, violently. I'm cracked in three, I hide in me. And I deserve to live happily rightfully. From Trajic 2 Triumph G. Captives to ivory Knights, that can can finally die in peace. 3 We came from the dope spot to the hope shot. People can recover whether you shoot dope or smoke rock.Come from Stanford campus. Kansas, Port Aransas or O Block. From the valleys in Cali to where they smoked Pac. My recovery is overclocked. It's Rare that most addicts won't go deny that the dope is like Odd Job with Golden Glocks. And codes or not, the only code to free us is the code of waving a white flowin' cloth. From old patterns, dope addicts goin from cold caverns to where hope gathers Going from so battered. Buried in cold gravel to roads less traveled. My whole satchel fulla recovery books. I was covered in gook. Covered in soot. Jumped in a bubblinv brook. Leaving buzzards just shook. Waiting for my carcass. Toss cigars bitch, got the W cooked. Up. Put my fucking foot up the diseased ass. I'm trying to keep it back. The beast attacks, please relax. 4 I gotta tassel with demon traps. Shrapnel, the heated blasts. travel uneven paths, Battle the ego's Wrath. Hyena and jackals, the king is back. I seek an apple from the leading cats I pass the needed facts. Like a pack of meaty wraps for all the aphrodisiacs. Gotta laugh bro, cuz you can be free at last. Don't relapse, just seek and ask. Someone cares, You're in someone's prayers, so please relax.