Rap/Poem
The last time I can remember writing down a line
I was so high I lost myself in time
Told myself I’d put down the green
stop smoking, start running
After my first mile, man my lungs started to SCREAM!
I could have quit that second. Given up
Taken another Hit. Start smoking grits
But man…thats not my style
I pushed myself to keep that pipe on that shelf
It’s hard I miss the feelings that I felt
Feeling everything around me
My heart jumping at every beat
Thinking of being a super hero
flying in my dreams as I sleep
…….**** that
I’m Awake. Not Baked.
I’m sick of seeing my life slip away
I need to find a balance
Nah I don’t mean to scale and sale weed
I mean I want to be somebody, get that degree
Then the job, and someday maybe a wife
I don’t call that greed
It’s just what I need
And thats my life.
18 months ago I never even thought of doing drugs
Only to fall on my lap the second I lose love
I’d never felt so lonely
My first time I wanted to die
Now I know those feelings were just a lie
I’d never want to make my momma cry
I’ve got dreams, I wanna make my momma proud
I got to try…for my life
If you listen to me I am trying to break free
I’m surrounded by a cage of thoughts
I know that somewhere I’ll find the key
It’s some where inside me
I’m haunted by that nicotine fen
Maybe I say I quit
But can anyone really trust me?
I’m not sure I can trust myself as I take another drag on this cigarette
Just eighteen and I’m full of regret
Still always dreaming on that feeling I’ll never forget..
-B
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