The Perfect Rhyme

I'm a user, not an abuser, a transfuser, of body and spirit, mind and
soul, Western wisdom and Wantland Avenue, where you can get killed over
just a few ounces, like my bro Eddie Pelletier. I stay at the Maverick
Motel; what's this "fear?" I ain't stressin, though the lord ain't
blessin this life. I stand on one knee, just prayers ain't free. It's
all about love, but this is tough love, thug love, don't want to catch
no slug love. Gotta sharpen my approach, get back with the flow of
traffic. Better a dead lion than a living dog; No, I ain't havin it. I
love life but when it's time to die, I'm gonna stare the reaper right
in the eyes.