What These Drugs Do – by Charles Aubrey Rogers

This was hidden in Charles' closet when he was 15
This was hidden in Charles’ closet when he was 15

Another of Charles’ raps penned under Reezin’ the Revolutionary. This one nails addiction. It’s not pleasant but neither is the illness. I think once you read it, you start to have an understanding of the self-loathing an addict suffers from. 

During his last days, Charles suffered a depressive episode and that coupled with the withdrawal from heroin is why he took his own life. 

What these drugs do

I got that shit that’ll make you rob, steal or kill,
I’ve seen mother fuckers throw away everything for a single pill.
I got that shit that’ll make you sell your xbox, weed dirty like sex talk,
10 crack commandments; I wrote the drug dealin’ bible.

I’m fiendin’, I need it, for survival
Friends stick around like bleach stains
Just call me dude, we don’t speak names,
cause when my product leak through each of your veins you feel the release of pain
Now pay up cause I need the same,
That’s what these drugs do

Say that they love you just so they can fuck you,
But fuck it you’ve got fun to have and a will to lose and I got pills to move.
I’ve got drugs to do so it’s nothing’ new.
Bricks in check, let’s risk death, get the cigarette dipped in wet, I’m not ready for reality yet.

They’ll take everything
That’s what these drugs do
Strip your motivation, jail, probation, heavenly elevation
That’s what these drugs do

I can see the veins on the side of my pupils
I’m high enough to talk to cupid
He gave me some Jesus powder and told me how to move it,
your mind is beautiful and it’s cheap to lose it
Plus, I drink stupid and my shrink thinks I’m using.

This hip hop shit is my theme music
tryin’ to reach the scarface dream though
it sip lean, lit weak, I trip Lucy, sell amphetamines to buy ketamine,
I’ve see lives ruined, people die, but I get high and put it in my music

This drug problem I’ve fine-tuned it, I use it,
Abusive to these hallucinogens, shrooms make life cartoons,
Look the moons movin’, my blood itches,
I’ve scratched my skin to the bone,
Fuck stitches, the drugs fuck with us.
Jesus Christmas dust in thick blunts, hit it once and can’t get enough, binges, woke up already away 3 days in the past, still baked
If this rush is real, life is fake
Let’s see how much pain I can take before I have to escape

They’ll take everything
That’s what these drugs do
Strip your motivation, Jail, probation, heavenly elevation
That’s what these drugs do

I’m sorry mom and dad, that little Charlie is a problem bad,
sicker than a vomit bag
Ether clogged rag, inhalants make time lag,
Where’s my motherfuckin’ mind at? HANDS OFF MY BAG!
Do E pills really kill?
Pink hills, half unconscious but I manage to drink still,
My ink sinks into the stationary, reezin the revolutionary,
Call me a god, call me legendary, me and mary got married space carried loud on the clouds
I’ll come down when I’m buried, life is scary. I know it well

Drugs are bad,
They fuckin’ ruined my life.
But I got a couple hits,
If you wanna do them tonight?

These and many unpublished lyrics are included in the book below.

Other rap song’s by Charles.

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AnneMoss Rogers

AnneMoss Rogers is a mental health and suicide education expert, mental health speaker, suicide prevention trainer and consultant. She is author of the Book, Diary of a Broken Mind and co-author of Emotionally Naked: A Teacher's Guide to Preventing Suicide and Recognizing Students at Risk with Kim O'Brien PhD, LICSW. She raised two boys, Richard and Charles, and lost her younger son, Charles to addiction and suicide on June 5, 2015. She is a motivational speaker who empowers by educating and provides life saving strategies and emotionally healthy coping skills. As talented and funny as Charles was, letting other people know they matter was his greatest gift. And now that's the legacy she carries forward in her son's memory. Mental Health Speakers Website.

12 thoughts on “What These Drugs Do – by Charles Aubrey Rogers”

  1. I would like to use these lyrics in my upcoming album, I hope you don’t mind, I want to use it as a tribute to Charles but also as a tribute to all substance abusers who are having a hard time getting through the struggle. I of course will give you and Charles all the credit but I believe the world needs to hear it and maybe it will help some mend.

  2. Hey I’m getting into rapping I was wounding if I can use these lyrics in my new rap if that is that would be amazing i can relate to all of this my dad was addict so was I we both have come clean for my fam and it’s to bad that we lost a person who i would really liked to of meet

    1. Timothy. Thank you for your kind words for Charles. It is copyrighted music lyrics and included in my book, Diary of a Broken Mind. Lots of the unpublished rap lyrics are in the book, too. If you use the words, please give Charles Aubrey Rogers credit. This post has been visited some 60,000 times so I’m sure someone has used them without asking and I appreciate that you have. And Charles was an amazing person. Flawed, too. But I loved him and I miss him every single day.

      1. Thank very much I have to say I was shocked to see a response and I can relate to my dad use to do that stuff till he pass but my mum had kicked me out of home age 10 and now I’m better then ever but thank so u so much and I went out that day and bought the book took awhile to fine a store who sold it but I managed to get it thank so much I’m grate full

        1. Oh my gosh Timothy. You were kicked out at age 10? And you survived. Doggone you are a warrior. You sound like you are from Australia? Your name and the word “mum” sound like you might be from there. And you got the book. The ebook is available there. Glad you got it. Please leave a review on Amazon when you are done. Thanks so much for coming back and replying. I am overjoyed things are better now. And you are stronger as a result of having survived what you did.

  3. Thank you for sharing Charles’ work with us. My 28 y/o son Tyler, also a musician, died of suicide 12/7/15 following years of struggling with bipolar disorder as well as drug/alcohol addiction. At his funeral, the minister read an excerpt from Tyler’s journal about how Satan makes us believe his lies; and as Tyler said, “He is VERY good at it!”

  4. Amy said what I was thinking, that likely Charles could express all of the parts because he knew the life. He was definitely gifted as a writer. Heartbreaking lyrics that need to be shared to help others understand the torture of the beast named addiction.

  5. Anne Moss, whether Charles actually lived every line of this song, or just knew the life so well that he could articulate it with such raw beauty, it is a powerful glimpse into the torture he felt. I found myself being sucked into the chaos of that world by the rhythm of his words, feeling his anxiety about it all. I can’t imagine how painful much of his writing is for you and Randy as his parents. And yet it is a connection to Charles. So you, and we, read… Thank you for sharing. You are saving lives.

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