[Verse 1] I was born with smoke in my lungs, Drugs in the house and a needle tongue. Mama lit the flame, said “take a hit,” Seventh grade — hash and guilt, that was it. She had me stealing pills from my stepdad's shelf, Didn’t know I was sellin’ off pieces of myself. [Verse 2] By sixteen I was down too deep, Got kidnapped over debt, they didn't keep Their word — tied me down, beat me raw, Shot amphetamines straight into the law Of my veins — and from that day on, I stopped sniffin’ and just shot it strong. [Chorus] More and more — that’s all I knew, Didn’t matter what it cost me to get through. Every high was just a deeper hole, Craving ate the edges of my soul. More and more, then more again, Till I forgot who I was back then. [Verse 3] I robbed, I pushed, I beat folks down, Did the devil’s work in every town. Computers, cash, whatever sold, Did the job mean, did the violence cold. But never touched the innocent’s door I had lines I wouldn’t cross, even in war. [Verse 4] Lost every job I ever found, Family gone, no one around. Slept on streets while the winter bit, Didn’t know the month — just needed a hit. Had no time, no name, no plan, Just a craving bigger than any man. [Chorus] More and more — no bottom in sight, Twenty years of chasing that fight. Didn’t care who I hurt or how, Just needed something to stop me now. More and more, and nothing less, Craving dressed me in my own mess. [Bridge] I quit for love — once or twice, Held on clean for a year of life. But when she left, it pulled me back, One taste and I was off the track. Moved to the north just to escape, But Bergen’s streets still sealed my fate. [Verse 5] Then came my daughter, eyes like flame, She didn’t know it, but she changed my name. From criminal, addict, lost and cold, To a man who fights to break the mold. Now I’ve got two I’d die to protect, And cravings lost their full effect. [Final Chorus / Outro] – Still Standing More and more — I used to cry, Should’ve been dead 20 times gone by. But I’m still here, still breathing clean, Still chasing peace in the in-between. More and more — but not no more, I closed that goddamn poisoned door.
