Relief

[Intro] I want it, uh huh uh huh, yeah I need it, I got to have it You know, all around the world [Verse One] Not a stone left un-turned in the search for bliss And retribution under the urban mist You might swerve and miss your call in the midst Of all this confusion, I've learned the risk Involved with quick fixes Crutches for cruxes Supplements for justice and it just isn't Enough for us Casse and point: My little cousin Jason is facin 10 Cause he cased the joint Of his former place of employment: Burger King But flipping patties got him ready to murder things Listen to the words I sing There's still niggas on the turf that sling Chemical substances To the men and women who just can't get enough of this Now, Jack and Jill ran up the hill Popped a pill, got credit, and ran up the bill A dealer got hot-headed and ran up with Glocks Ready to set it and spread it like Chicken-Pox Put a needle to the vein forget about the pain Put a dollar to your nostril, blow a hole in your brain I knew a cat named James, who'd never been on a plane But he wanted to fly, so he do the cocaine Claimed to be a "true student" of the game But it's plain to see his juices starting to drain Once again, it's on on a Saturday I'm ready to activate, sippin the 'yac, actin straight Ridiculous, stolen vechile, us niggas just Rollin' until we crashed and hit a bus [Hook] What's relief? I want it What's relief? I need it What's relief? I've got to have it Let's release or at least turn over a new leaf [Verse Two] Give me an aspirin whenever my head hurts Give me Viagra when my dick won't work Give me a cigarette, when I stressed and after sex And make the euphoria last past a second An orgasmic blast is released when I ejaculate Conception is not immaculate They had to wait For the next thing cause life is hectic Pleasure and pain quite connected Mass consumption Of instant gratification, pass the medication Ask for nothing, but "relief" I need an inoculation, doctor Even though I know your occupation is really indoctrination "Take two of these" It'll put you at ease, but won't heal the disease Religion and television will give you a healthy dishin Of being pigeonholed, it's hot in Hell's kitchen Mel's cooking the finest slop, in the diner It'll make your heart stop But your taste buds find it appealing Jump up touch the ceiling Master the healing feeling While I'm revealing the real thing 'Stead of an antihistamine and a pistol I got a pad and a pencil Give me a remedy free, if any inhibiting thing's Limiting my Life and Liberty [Hook] [Verse Three] I think they need a hit Send 'em a savior to extract the venom Within 'em and maybe then They would see the light And get a grip on the key to life You'll never find freedom walking the street at night In a bottle of wine, a syringe, or a pipe Or up at the night club dressed in something tight With just the right curves and dimensions Muscles tight with fake curls and extensions All "muscle-bound" when he touched the ground Packed and scrilla stacked but he just a clown You'll never get it from the money Or get it from the drugs You'll only get it from living your live Giving your love Transcended and splendid But dance with the devil and your Bound to find a fast ending Comatose from an overdose of the corrosive potion They float to us coast to coast [Hook]