I haven't been sleeping lately.
My mind has been racing,
I don't know what I'm chasing.
If I don't keep on praying,
On my dead momma I'm relapsing.
Now no one one wants that.
I'm a crack smoking, meth snorting, mushroom eating, excasty taking addict.
Now wait a minute, I'm not done yet.
I'm a alcoholic, pill popping, coke sniffing, weed smoking advocate.
Now tell me I'm nothing,
light a fire under my ass.
Ill show you something.
Writing is a therapy session for depression.
Im out here trying to send a message.
If I can do it, any one can too.
No excuses, this battle is not for the weak hearted but it all worth it I promise.