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You a Snitch

Lines of the Oblivion

Peeps In Da Ground

Double L - Peeps In Da Ground (J Walk Remix)

Yeah...
He was clockin’ doubles on warehouse floors,
Steel toe boots, back stiff, spine sore.
Boss man said, “Clock out or drop,”
So he hit urgent care, couldn’t afford to stop.
Doc barely looked him over — "Take these pills."
Didn’t mention the grip, just the chill.
He said, “This one right here? Just take it as needed,”
But the label was vague, and the damage was seeded.
White caps in an orange case,
A handshake deal with the corporate face.
FDA cleared it, so he thought it was safe,
But it ain’t safety — it’s sales and faith.
Couple weeks in, the pain ain’t pain no more,
It’s whispers in the bloodstream beggin’ for more.
And he ain’t no fiend — he’s a father of three,
But that bottle became his authority.
Wife said, “You good?” — he nodded and lied.
Called in sick ‘cause he couldn’t hide
How the chills hit hard and his stomach flipped,
‘Cause the refills stopped, and they cut that script.
Tryna ration pills like food in a war,
While the execs popped champagne on the 30th floor.
Quarter two profits up by a mile,
While his kid's lunch came off a SNAP file.
Pharma got it down to a science —
Sell the sickness, mask the silence.
First they dose you with a smile,
Then raise the price after a while.
He found street plugs with the same pills cheaper,
Same compound, just a different dealer.
Now he in that grey zone — one foot in,
Still payin’ taxes while he livin’ in sin.
And the news paint him like he chose that path,
But don’t mention who signed off on that.
It’s the white coats with the pharma pen,
Pushin' pain like coke in a glass syringe.
He ain’t ask for addiction, just some sleep,
Now he pawnin' shit just to eat.
Meanwhile, lobbyists slide checks in suits,
To the same assholes in government boots.
They push that narrative — “Get help, get right,”
But the same company own the rehab site.
It’s all in-house, one cycle of hell,
Where you fall, then pay to get well.
It’s sick —
These corporations dressed in care,
But they ain’t healin’ — they harvest despair.
Patent your pain, brand your tears,
Then blame you when it’s cashin’ in fears.
From Purdue to Johnson & Johnson’s desk,
They engineered demand, now deny the mess.
And if you speak up? They label you mad,
Just another broken man who “had it bad.”
But I seen too much to act like I don’t know,
This ain’t just pills — it’s a death row slow.
Every script is a bet on your downfall,
They don’t deal in healing — they bankroll withdrawal.
So fuck your slogans, your soft campaigns,
Your “Talk to your doctor” ad charades.
This is war waged in leather chairs,
And the frontlines filled with Medicaid stares.

Prescription Pain

Sinister Affection

Still Poor Hoe by FlyingMarlin

Nobody Knows

We Always Deh Pon Yuh Mind by FlyingMarlin

Inspired by Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy | Inferno | Circles 1-3 of 9: Limbo, Lust, Gluttony
Chorus inspired by Johnny Cash - Ring of Fire

FULL SONG
https://soundcloud.com/artifus-692966451/rings-of-fire

LYRICS:

Intro:
Livin easy, lovin free
Pleased to meet you, my name's Lucy
For what it's worth, beneath Iced Earth
No death or birth, just endless pain and misery


Chorus:
I fell into a burnin ring of fire
I'm fallin fallin down
Fallin like a diver
And I'm burnin burnin up
Burnin in the pyre
The ring of fire, the ring of fire


Verse 1:
Limbo is the intro, where each soul's limbs float as winds blow
Skins froze and wrists cold, lips sewn and singed throats until those
Thin ghosts in thick smokes, still float with ripped robes and clipped cloaks
In sinkholes and brick roads, six oaths on brimstones, grim groans while victims moan
Seen below, it's Cicero and Plato it's Diablo on the king's throne, so I sit close
He spoke low and whispered quotes, myths told on mystic notes, glyphs glow from ink-soaked
Script scrolls and crypt tomes, but even though, I think slow, real slow
My wits close to zero, so I'm left alone then drift and roam, with no end goal in the inferno


Verse 2:
Lust is the gust that thrusts, so what's love once its crushed?
Thus do our hearts erupt, combust, or does it just self-destruct?
Trust corrupts us with rust, was it rushed, huh? Undone by disgust?
No hugs or doves but shoves are not enough, touch is tough, thuds are rough
No fuss, grunts, hums, or shrugs, can't discuss or cuss our tongues are cut
Plus thumbs and lungs, stuck and scuffed, tons of blood, flushed with floods
Plunged in mud, slushed with sludge, washed and gushed, shrunk then stuffed
Dusk's on the cusp, lost in dust, struck, concussed, so I must adjust


Verse 3:
Gluttony, tumbled deep, I'm underneath, huddled heat, crushed debris, smothers me
Struggling to huff and breathe, muffled breeze, muttered pleas, fumbled speech
Stomach screams hungrily, tummy bleeds bloodily, none to feed, none to eat
Nothing clean, something reeks, pungent stinks, buzzing near dung and pee
Blunt disease, drunken feast, fungal tea and mustard greens with tons of grease
Chunks of meat, mutton sheep, mutts unleashed, dogs in three, ugly beasts
Upper teeth, sunken spleen, stuck between cutlery suddenly, thunder shrieks
Utterly, floods increase, puddles leak, stuck in sleet, struck with grief, judged and deemed


Chorus:
I fell into a burnin ring of fire
I'm fallin fallin down
Fallin like a diver
And I'm burnin burnin up
Burnin in the pyre
The ring of fire, the ring of fire

Nobody Knows

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