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The Blessing And The Curse

I’m the peak of pharmacology, the king of oncology Brought to the theatre with zero apology The anaesthesiology prodigy, honestly I’ll numb your whole ontology—it’s a biological robbery. I’m the doctor’s right hand when the trauma’s intense In a sterile environment, I make perfect sense Dosed in micrograms, balanced on a needle’s tip I’m the mercy for the patient on a fevered trip. I’m the saviour, the behaviour of a painless state The erasure of the nature of a painful fate. But keep me in the vial, keep me in the scrubs 'Cause if I hit the sidewalk, I’m the king of clubs. ​[Chorus] I’m the blessing in the white, I’m the curse in the grey I’m the debt you can’t afford, but you’re forced to pay. From the surgical suite to the dirt on the street I’m the coldest companion that you’ll ever meet. Yeah, I’m the miracle cure that became the plague Leaving the motive of the maker looking vague. ​[Verse 2] Now watch the flip, watch the grip of the clandestine I’m moving through the border like a ghost in the engine. I’m the uninvited guest in your Percocet The silent threat that hasn't even hurt you yet. I’m fifty times the weight of heroin, you narrowed in? I’ll stop your lungs from airing in, let the scare begin. Two grains of salt? That’s a vault in your cardiac Now your body’s black, trapped in a tardy act Of a paramedic trying to resuscitate But I’m synthetic, energetic, it’s a dusty fate. I’m the counterfeit king, I’m the Xanax clone I’ll leave a family broken and a man alone. ​[Bridge] I’m an opioid, paranoid, void of any empathy A chemistry, a penalty, a legacy of lethargy I’m respiratory-stopping, I’m the body-dropping entity I’ll erase your whole identity, I’m death’s favourite amenity! I’m man-made, hand-laid, traps in the counterfeit One pill, one kill—tell me, are you counting it? ​[Chorus] I’m the blessing in the white, I’m the curse in the grey I’m the debt you can’t afford, but you’re forced to pay. From the surgical suite to the dirt on the street I’m the coldest companion that you’ll ever meet. Yeah, I’m the miracle cure that became the plague Leaving the motive of the maker looking vague. ​[Outro] Yeah. One pill. That’s all it takes to stop the clock. I’m the key to the pain... and the lock to the casket. Don't get it twisted. I don't miss.