Love Synthetic Rehab

[Verse 1: Danny Boone]
Here's to the cold night and the bold sunlight of the morning
Where the corners are clear
Where the fear sets in
When the crack bird sings
And everything is so backward
Dreams, once so cherished and nourished
In hopes they would one day flourish
Or gone like a young man's courage
As time goes on with no consideration
Knows he can rip rounds, says "I'mma get mine"
A pipe dream, paps never encouraged
Too broke, too drunk, too jealous
Let the truth tell it, this boy made him nervous
Young buck down on his tough luck now
Hesitating with an alternate purpose
Can't quit though, sellin purple, providing a service
Pocket full of money no longer feelin worthless
Got a big shipment, bought some equipment
Spit with a passion, son this is intense
With criminal intent, spoke of the night life in the bright lights
The money, the honeys, the dro, and the white
A buncha other things, that is homeboys life
The cars and the bars
The game and the pain
And what it takes to make a name they say...