Addict (Part Two)

[Intro: Canibus] Uh and another one That's right Jonathan, you're my brother, son [Verse 1: Frida Dee] Standing outside, waiting for a sign People passing by, but I know that it's time Tryna be what I'm not But I'm still in the shadow from the rest of them I'm not the same You don't know where I'm coming from How's my background? Is my momma proud? What's the difference? Oh, what's the difference? Oh, tell me to go by myself To be something great, that's not a chance I'm just a flower in the attic trying to survive [Verse 2: Canibus] Sitting in the cave composed of amethyst My brain cells exposed to cannabis This is about more than being talented I've experienced full blown avarice If you're a flower, I'm the soil beneath you The nutrient rich roots that feed you Terra preta forever, telling you I never felt better 32 bars of some cheddar The scent of a rose, flowers in a foxhole trench Cold, scared, naked to the elements You know what they say, "All the cosmos is a stage" And these are the words of a sage Flowers in the attic with CGI imagery graphics My reality finna be magic I be the first one to tell you, "I don't know how it's going down" I just know how it's not going down Round and round and round and round we go Since you just posted it, everybody know Round and round and round and round we go Since you just posted it, everybody know A sardonic response to add to a somber ambiance With a one legged man, let's dance Have a glass of peach, apple and pear brandy And some potato vodka, here family I made it myself, she looked me in my eyes and thanked me She said the flowers looked like candy Now where the fuck is my Grammy? How come I don't get no Grammy? [Verse 3: Sabrina] While other ones grow in the meadows I grow in darkness and in between shadows Despite all the dust and the static I am the flower that blooms in the attic While other ones look out the window I sit alone with yesterday's sorrow Despite all the dust and the static I am the flower that blooms in the attic Others may seem problematic They panic in all the erratic But I'm just a hopeless romantic In love with the constant sporadic Like a flower in the attic A rose that grew in traffic No matter, no matter the climate I'm going to bloom in the rain or the attic