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Flight Attendant: On behalf of Pan Am Airlineswe`d like to be the
first to
welcome you to New York City.
We`d like to thank you for flying Pan Am.
The local time is 6:45 a.m. and the
temperature is 89°.
I`ve been up all nightOn the redeye flight
The dawn`s early light
Got the skyline bright
I`m in the back of a car service
My driver`s kind of nervous
`Cause I`m tokin` on a blunt that`s fat
You say you know where you at
I say I know where I am
And if you really want a tip then mister don`t get flam
I ain`t tryin` to be rude and I ain`t stressin` you gramps
But this shit right here, it be the breakfast of champs
I`ve been tokin` on this since thirteen years old
And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold
And there ain`t nobody sneezin` at the money I fold
And I ain`t here for your pleasin`, so put that shit on hold
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel and turn the radio
up
While I finish this L...
Bell Boy: Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual room
is ready
and waiting.
Let me take your luggage. If you need anything while you`re staying,
just let
me know.
Everlast: Good lookin` out. That`s for you. I hop out my car, step
into the
lobby
Everybody`s on the floor, it`s a motherfuckin` robbery
The shit`s in progress, I can feel the stress
I wanna silenty to God how did I get in this mess
They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash, I`m holdin` thirty five G`s
They told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted
And like Slick Rick said, I kew I shouldn`t of done it
`Cause now they standin` over me, watchin` me bleed
Damn, I got to quit smokin` all this weed
There`s a pain in my chest, but yo, I must be blessed
Because before I faded out I saw the EMS
The paramedics, they greet me with some anestheticsThey killin` my
pain
They screamin` my nameTryin` to keep me in the conscious world
I`m thinkin` about my mom, my sister, and my girl
I`m prayin` to God don`t let this go too far
As they rush me into the St. Luke`s O.R.
They pull the bullets out my chest and give `em back in a jar
Now I`m wearin` this scar `cause I tried to play hard
Doctor: Mr. Ford, I`m afraid I have some bad news for you.
Everlast: What are you talkin` about?
Doctor: It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and
damaged
the cord.
Everlast: So what are you tryin` to tell me?
Doctor: Well, it`s safe to say I don`t think you`ll be jumpin` around
anymore.
Yo, this can`t happen to me, I just can`t believe it
Trapped in a wheelchair, a paraplegic
There ain`t no rehab, there ain`t no therapy
For the rest of my life somebody`s gotta take care of me
And people stare at me with pity in their eyes
And every mornin` I rise to a life of despise
And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again
`Cause my brain`s fucked up on percacet and vicadin
Might as well be heroin pulsin` through my veins
Gotta kill these pains or blow out my brainsTo free me from these
chains
I`m trapped in this physical hellTo walk again I just might sell my
soul
And I`m only twenty somethin` years old (years old Send " Painkillers" Ringtone to your Cell