YZ (Rap)
Opiate Hope
Through this mist get me through this spliff
Opiate hope got me through this shit
Fist clenched now I’m asking god for a kiss
Just like every other day I’m lit

North face jacket with the gold on the wrist
North of the Liffey putting souls on the list
Out of the throne cos I’m out on the rip
They’re taking names I'm just taking the piss

Blunt rolled up in the shape of a cone
Laced with fun going straight to the dome
Dust sends me off into parts unknown
Shapes start jumping around on my phone

Somebody tell me when the pains gonna go
Black smoke fills up thе air and I’m gone
This is the right thing for me but it’s wrong
I’m not a drug addict I’m just a clonе

Hoping, tell me why I’m hoping
Looking for some change I won’t get it on lonesome
Help some people out don’t desert them when it’s coldest
Opiate hope bout to leave a human hopeless

Using up my tokens
They know that I’m tokin'
I ain’t ever folding
I ain’t ever closing
Crying out for help but they walk by they don’t notice
Brain is doing work and I start to lose my focus
You state your word on my lifestyle
You ain’t ever lived here in the moment
You must be joking
Overdose is loading keep the options open
Can’t kill myself I can’t do it on my own
Should’ve put me in a home
I’m never going home
My demons never stop they ain’t leaving me alone
Keep me on my toes wind me up and watch me go
Cos out on these streets I’m just living free roam

Through this mist get me through this spliff
Opiate hope got my mind in bits
Fist clenched now I’m asking god for a kiss
Just like every other day I’m lit

North face jacket but I’ve dirt on the wrist
North of the Liffey put my soul on the list
Out of the throne cos I’m out on a drip
They’re doing well and I fell in the pit

Clowns telling me I should go get some work
I wish I could but I don’t feel the worth
Doubt clouds the brain and the judgement it hurts
Climbed to my dreams but I fell at the first
Positive outlook but I’m feeling worse
Counting the days til I lay in a hearse
Bed for a day down in Bridewell or Pearse
Trying to survive so I nabbed me a purse

I’m just a number I don’t have a phone
I live in comfort with cardboard and foam
I get a spoon to confirm that it’s on
Color distorts in a second I’m gone

Pass me some guidance or leave me to zone
Pass me some drugs keep me out of the cold
Crack pipe helps keep some heat on my bones
But opiate hope has me feeling alone