UK Hip Hop.
Kit aka Slim Pickin
Story behind the song
A quick story about my friend who overdosed. R.I.P Jack Smith.
Lyrics
Jack Smith
Verse One
Listen up, drugs don’t do shit, that’s fact,
You either puke up or have a heart attack,
My friend Jack,
Took 31 pills on a Friday night, “This shit’s whack!”
Took 21 more, stopped breathing and collapsed,
Pete from down the street thought it was neat to feed speed to Jack,
Whose back at this point was about to snap,
I couldn’t help; I was off my face on acid tabs,
On Mars, driving cars in outer space and doing laps,
Suddenly Pete bought me back to reality with a slap,
I crashed back down begging for a blanket so I could nap,
“Fuck that!” Pete said, “Jack’s about to die!”
So I picked him up, danced around, cried and tried to fly,
In the end we gave up and Jack died there and then,
So this rhyme goes out to Jack Smith, my dead friend…
