Life
I don’t even smoke no more
No longer get high
I don’t even drink no more
Trying to see how I get by
Not even content when I smile
Real friends see in my eyes
Guess that’s why
Been popping since I was five
Southern “lady”
New Orleans raised me
Katrina bathed me
Mississippi preyed on me like crazy
Now I’m back cutting
Which lead to scare
Not leaving the house
So I end up with more stress
Flashbacks to my younger years
Pain others joke and lie about
I really lived
Swear I can write a movie
From these held back tears
So I guess it’s back to smoking
Probably can handle an ounce a day now
Cause the pain to strong so 4 blunts just gonna tease me
Finally tried syrup and it go down easy
Had a good sleep
Just ended to soon
Guess I found a new vice
Gotta see if this one is a perfect fit
Cause this 89 baby tired of it
April 24, 2012
No comments:
Post a Comment