He didn't hit me for a home or hit me up 'cause he was cold. He was addicted to drugs and I could see that in his eyes. What about me? Well I was only rolled, he didn't rob me for food. It wasn't hunger but a jonze. He needed a fix, someone will fix my broken bones. And I'll feel better in the morning, the pain will fade as time goes by. What was taken, I won't miss or I'll replace. Nevermind me, well I'm all right. He seemed to hate what he was doing, He sure knew how to get it done. Possessed by an addiction I don't have to comprehend. What about me? Well he whipped me with a gun, he didn't rob me for food. It wasn't hunger but a jonze. He needed a fix, someone will fix my broken bones. And I'll feel better in the morning, the pain will fade as time goes by. What was taken, I won't miss or I'll replace. Nevermind me, well I'm all right