“Glassed out valley”
Playing “hood flutes” in alleys
No foreigners allowed, unless they’re buying baggy’s
Inside the crystal palace
Acting out of malice, smoking tweak and it\'s evident, fingers calloused
Eyes dilated, and sudden bursts of violent thoughts
Teeth starting to rot, and skin starts to pop
Poison rituals they call em’
Humming songs with no drum
All the dust got their nose numb
Roaming the decomposed slum
Dancing around death, while the reapers feasting on flesh, Problems, and nobody can solve em
Steadily snortin\' crystal
To feel a little blissful
That feeling of euphoria, laced with paranoia
Addicts carrying pistols
‘Cause to them it\'s beneficial
Take a look around, all you see\'s a bunch of sickos
Frustrated, and aggravated
In this crazy town I am hated
I expect nothing more, but my days to be dated
Walk amongst the lost and your life might be the cost
That you pay for being soft
In the spiders’ web you\'re caught
The victim of a plot
No escapin\' this
The deadliest venom is addictive
Lusting for the powder, making you more wicked
Your views are twisted, Infected with the sickness, behavior is pure vicious
Cause the crystal is your ambition
And addiction is your condition