Relief - Pep Love

I want it, uh huh uh huh, yeah

I need it, I got to have it

You know, all around the world

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, copped 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 the 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 tooted 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 vehicle, us niggas just

Rollin' until we crashed and hit a bus

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

Give me an aspirin whenever my head hurts

Give me Viagra when my dick won’t work

Give me a cigarette, when I’m 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, of any inhibiting things

Limitin' my Life and Liberty

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

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

Or «muscle-bound» with his hustle down

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

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

Breathe in, breathe out (release)

Breathe in, breathe out (release)