I'm stuck with the ball and chain shackled to my leg
the same cloud keeps pouring rain over my head
it's got a hold of me the older we get the harder it becomes
forms a solid bond like a father to his
son run down but never found at the bottom
I roll straight forgotten turn rotten like a teeth with no cold gate
cold takes your breath away no better day my heart starts to pulsate
as old mates are led astray never
wait till it's too late to turn back
not talk gotta learn when you land firm flat on your face
you're concerned that the race is in
trouble only one with the fresh air is
the boy in the bubble polluted by money addicted to power
you end in a * like you slipped in the shower
hours to days then months to years and
you're still on the run from your fears
something something
gotta hold on
it's got a hold of me and won't let go
something something something
gotta hold on
the weaker you get and the more it grows
a slave craving the taste I'm addicted to the fix it's
irresistible feeling the tender touch on my lips any risk I
gotta take break the law for more like Michael there's more in
store I just gotta reassure I'm breaking the cycle taking
the title and then I'll bail I'm hooked in prison for life
book thrown in jail swallow the key seems to follow me
firing wide from four to five foot to the floor doors will
fly off hinges do walking by myself without a dilemma when
you wanna forget it penetrates the center of your mind
can't hide it will find you like that big
time you're gonna find that you're trapped
something something
gotta hold on it's got a hold of me and won't let go something
something something gotta hold on the weaker you get and the more
it grows you're drawn by a magnet magnified by a million it affects
all civilians men women and children till you're too tired to fight
by dies inside losing sight minimizing
you fly can't take off no energy to move
sending you loose sending you sick seem
too proud to admit your weakness meet
your match up a stature of death attacking your chest no time for
catching your breath it hatches a nest
of bad eggs with bad habits one some so
bad you know you shouldn't have it but
you do cuz your crew got you under their
thumb but you only keep running from the
one you become a ton of weight on your
shoulders holding you back it's getting
colder than the blank face that sold you
the * unfolding the map cuz you're
lost with nobody's help the only person
who can help is yourself
check
something something
it's got a hold of me and won't let go
something something something the weaker
you get and the more it grows