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My Addictions


Instead of worrying about my afflictions why not focus on addictions
cause it's killing me never knew it would hurt so bad woman of my dreams oh the connection we never had.

My thoughts getting tangled up like I got two subconscious, one is good to me while the other half obnoxious.

At the end of the day I really can't solve it, what do with all of this son I just don't have the knowledge.

So I write me up words attempting to release, putting letter soup together trying to find the right piece (peace of mind).

Letter soup because when I write it's like a phenomenon, words tossed around like money Must've hit the lotto dawg.

I find consolation in some of the obscurest things like the fact that when I wake up no one believes in a dream.

No one dreams anymore so it's weird that in mine I find myself drowning while singing these played out lullabies.

Attack addiction directly I'll end up face down on the curve, so I tried to sneak em ended up face up with a curve, Coming out of my chest and the rest was history guess I should've payed attention in class cause at least then I would've had a chance ,must need a hero cause it came back and broke my oh so mighty stance.

Now I'm face up towards the sky with a tear in my eye thinking why oh why lord cause you're making me cry. Sobbing cause my heart came right out of my chest it pains me to say it but Kano you the best.

You see my heart was the dreams that every one of you shoulda had and now it is all running away from its rampaging dad- they must've been mistaken cause I ain't even mad, I'm painstakingly lost w/o those dreams like where's my cab. I'm getting up out of here cause all y'all's really sad, first stop is the emergency room and tell em that's it's superbad,

"SAY I KNOW MY HEARTS GONE BUT YOU'RE THE ONES IN A BODY BAG, PEOPLE SCARED TO FACE THE MUSIC CAUSE THE BEATS AREN'T BY DRE THE ONLY WAY I'LL MAKE YOU HEAR IS IF I SCREAM IT TODAY THAT ALL OF YOU ARE WORST THAN SLAVES SO WHAT DID MLK PAY,

I GOT MY OWN SHARE OF PROBLEMS BUT YOU PEOPLE BETTER PRAY, CAUSE THE CEILING IS CAVING IN YOU MIGHT NOT SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY,FOR THE REST OF YOUR NATURAL BORN LIVES YOU'LL JUST SEE 50 SHADES OF GREY, ADD ON ANOTHER EVERY TIME THAT ONE TRIES TO STAY, ENTRAPPED IN THE SYSTEM MINDLESSLY WITH NO HOPE FOR A WAY."

The doctors couldn't help said their was no cure for my disease but when they said it they said it with the slightest of ease. See I know there is no cure for my heart being missing but honestly I'm hurting because of all this sneak dissing. I came into this world knowing that I didn't belong when they heard me speaking wisdom said "I want that man gone". Dodging bullets while I can must be sonic the hedgehog, or maybe wolverine the way they try to take my head off. You know what bump my addictions just let them roam free, anyone that wants a chance Come with me and you'll see, that you don't need help cause we're all a part of the great addiction tree.

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