I know you said I should stop but I keep comin back,
It's no mistaken that I had a relapse,
The very first time you introduced it to me,
My soul felt good like I had found a new key,
My mind felt as if I had reached a new high,
But you told me if I keep this up then I would neva satisfy,
The hunger left in side that keeps on burnin,
But yet I neva listened I just kept on learnin,
New ways to expand into this world I had found,
Stayed submerged in it presents havin me spellbound,
Before I knew it I was takin it anywhere possible,
At school, in the streets, I became unstoppable,
Yet you still stayed there tryin to wean me off it,
Sayin this is so ghetto and how will you benefit,
I would say its more than a drug anyway what could it hurt,
You'd take my hand make me stand and say baby go to church,
So I did no big deal didn't help me at all,
It just gave me more ideas to creatively install,
But you still stayed against it sayin I ain't down wit it no more,
But that's you this is me do you need a metaphor,
I'm the moth drawn to flame; I'm the picture in the frame,
I'm the honey in the tea, and the bark on the tree,
Realizing how impossible it would be to give it up,
You turn around with a frown and then you wish me good luck,
I feel your pain and concern in you getn me to stop,
But i'm afraid I'm addicted to the culture of Hip Hop,