addiction

stuck in a hard place, smoking a rock

i start to pace, losing weight hoping i stop

hoping i drop, my soul is closed in a box

im locked up watching the clock slowly toc-

tic-toc thick knots turn into big rocks quick

then all im left with are sick thoughts of a crypt

but i cant verbalize them, its hard to speak

i wanna cry but I wont cuz my heart is weak

my minds eye is clouded, dark and bleak

put the stem to my lips and i start to geek

I recognize that I cant do this solo

got no dough and coke's got me in a chokehold

throwing me to and fro im so low

lost in denial cuz the truth is a no-no

falling in slow-mo, I crash to the Earth

straight through the o-zone, I slam to the dirt

reality hits and i remember it hurts

recovery is the only way that it works

i must ascend, the steps are underneath my feet

at a dead end but i cannot retreat

spiritually defeated and im physically beat

but I know that freedom is within my reach.