The Wildwood Flower

White slavery -type O negative
godsmack -alice in chains
tambourine man -bob dylan

This is the only one I can think of…and good luck to your friend, drugs SUCK!!

THE PUSHER

From the 1968 release “Steppenwolf”
Steppenwolf Cover

Words and music by Hoyt Axton

You know I’ve smoked a lot of grass
O’ Lord, I’ve popped a lot of pills
But I never touched nothin’
That my spirit could kill
You know, I’ve seen a lot of people walkin’ ’round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don’t care
Ah, if you live or if you die

God damn, The Pusher
God damn, I say The Pusher
I said God damn, God damn The Pusher man

You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With the love grass in his hand
Oh but the pusher is a monster
Good God, he’s not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
Lord, will sell you lots of sweet dreams
Ah, but the pusher ruin your body
Lord, he’ll leave your, he’ll leave your mind to scream

God damn, The Pusher
God damn, God damn the Pusher
I said God damn, God, God damn The Pusher man

Well, now if I were the president of this land
You know, I’d declare total war on The Pusher man
I’d cut him if he stands, and I’d shoot him if he’d run
Yes I’d kill him with my Bible and my razor and my gun

God damn The Pusher
Gad damn The Pusher
I said God damn, God damn The Pusher man

semi charmed kind of like – third eye blind
its a 90’s alternative song
its about a person(girl) stuck in a bad situation and relation ship with sex and meth and does drugs to escape, but wants somthing else to get her through this…awesome 90’s

lyrics

i’m packed and I’m holding,
I’m smiling, she’s living, she’s golden and
she lives for me, She says she lives for me,
Ovation, She’s got her own motivation,
she comes round and she goes down on me,
And I make her smile, It’s like a drug for you,
Do ever what you want to do, Coming over you,
Keep on smiling, what we go through.
One stop to the rhythm that divides you,
And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse,
Chop another line like a coda with a curse,
And I come on like a freak show takes the stage.
We give them the games we play, she said,
I want something else, to get me through this,
Semi-charmed kind of life,
I want something else,
I’m not listening when you say, Good-bye.

The sky it was gold, it was rose,
I was taking sips of it through my nose,
And I wish I could get back there, Some place back there,Smiling in the pictures you would take, Doing crystal myth,
Will lift you up until you break,
It won’t stop, I won’t come down, I keep stock,
With a tick tock rhythm and a bump for the drop,
And then I bumped up. I took the hit I was given
Then I bumped again, And then I bumped again.
How do I get back there to,
The place where I fell asleep inside you?
How do I get myself back to,
The place where you said,
I want something else to get me through this,
semi-charmed kind of life,
I want something else,
I’m not listening when you say, good-bye,

I believe in the sand beneath my toes,
The beach gives a feeling, An earthy feeling,
I believe in the faith that grows,
And the four right chords can make me cry,
When I’m with you I feel like I could die.
And that would be all right,
All right, When the plane came in,
She said she was crashing, The velvet it rips,
In the city we tripped, On the urge to feel alive, But now I’m struggling to survive,
The days you were wearing, That velvet dress,
You’re the priestess, must confess,
Those little red panties,
They pass the test, Slide up around the belly,
Face down on the mattress, One,
Now you hold me, And we’re broken.
Still it’s all that I want to do.
Feel myself with a head made of the ground,
I’m scared but I’m not coming down.
And I won’t run for my life,
She’s got her jaws just locked now in smile
but nothing is all right,
All right, I want something else,
To get me through this,
Semi-charmed kind of life,
I want something else,
I’m not listening when you say, good-by

Lyrics for: Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I’m not sleepy and there ain’t no place I’m going to.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I’m not sleepy and there ain’t no place I’m going to.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin’.
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I’m not sleepy and there ain’t no place I’m going to.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun,
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin’.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn’t pay it any mind, it’s just a shadow you’re
Seein’ that he’s chasing.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I’m not sleepy and there ain’t no place I’m going to.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I’m not sleepy and there ain’t no place I’m going to.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Genius

There’s a rumor that an old lady heard a
Kingpin hiring a hitman to murder
A federal prosecuting drug-dealing witness
But that’s how it is in the business
And I’m in it, physically gaining power
Constantly counting up cash by the hour
And it feels good to be paid
Regardless of how many victims get slayed
Accomplices of mine drop like flies
But in this everyday a homeboy dies
Whether shot in the body or cyanide in ya Bacardi
‘Cause it’s a cutthroat party
Now it’s up to me to retaliate
And if I score, I’ll increase the murder rate
I move on ones who double-cross
Set them up, now they suffer the loss
Of he or she who’s ever on the agenda
Most likely a family member
Informants, rattle-tattle-telling snakes
Get shot up, brutalized and thrown in lakes
The parts of a body is found days later
The other half was done by an amputator
I’m undefeated in plenty fights
My enemies are beaten with many stripes
I’ll shoot up funerals, firebomb wakes
Vehicular homicides, whatever it takes
Just to keep control of my empire
I’ll set ya own mother on fire
‘Cause when it comes down just to me and my money
Ain’t a fucking thing funny
All those who pose a threat I’ll stick them
Ya friends, ya family and innocent victims
Get caught in the midst when I’m busting of nines
But they was in the wrong place, the wrong time
Decapitated bodies found in lots
While I’m still cooking up kilos in pots
The kilos becomes bricks and the bricks becomes rocks
Then retailed on the blocks
I drive around in expensive cars
And get women who fuck like porno stars
I get them high, you know, like powder they nose
Then put ’em in the streets as my high-class hoes
I’m wild, living foul and I’m ruthless
I leave muthafuckers toothless
I had a worker who stepped on the scene lively
Then started selling my customers Ivory
Soap, counterfeit vials of cracks
I stuck ’em to death with a thousand thumbtacks
You’ve seen my resume, that’s just the half
I’m a bad muthafucker, just like Shaft
A character played by who? Richard Roundtree
The only difference, my guns are sound-free
Silencers ring off then wisp by
Then all you hear is a last minute cry
Of those who triedto control my territory
Not the West Side but the Bed-Stuy story
Police be giving me eye-to-eye contact
But I smile ’cause I’m putting out contracts
Now a G-note is placed upon ya head
You say picture that alright, bang ya dead

This is the life of a drug dealer

Drug Dealing God Lyrics
Artist(Band):Corporate Avenger

Wanted by the U.S. Government.
The lord god almighty, creator of heaven and earth, of all that is seen and unseen.
For the creation and cultivation of the plant marijuana on the planet earth.

It is a plant, not a demon.
It is a teacher, it is a healer
Roots within our mother’s skin
One who gives freely.
Who are you, so full of lies?
I am human, I’m alive.
Who are you to dictate rights?
What you see is not our sight.

God made it, men use it, governments put people in cages for it.

Shiny green, above to sky,
I see her and she looks so nice.
I feel her, and I ask you why?
Who are you to dictate rights?
Who are you, so full of lies?
I am human, I’m alive.
Who are you to dictate rights?
What you see is not our sight.

God made it, men use it, governments put people in cages for it.

Wanted by the U.S. Government
The lord god almighty
Creator of heaven and earth
Of all that is seen and unseen
For the creation and cultivation of the plant
Marijuana on the planet earth
Once upon a time, there was an unseen field of energy spun into form by
the higher one, the creator, everything has a purpose and everything was
inter-connected. Then one day one of the created decided to question the
integrity of the creator, and question the interconnectedness, and
question the purpose, it was a very sad day.