Therapy Session
Poetry puts me at peace with just metaphors, rhymes, words and letters
The things that I've done in my past have made a bad stormy weather
Ever since I was a teenager money was on my mind
So I did everything in my power to make that money mine
So I became a thief and started robbing and stealing
Then I was more money hungry so I began drug dealing
And I stole anything valuable from jewelry to cars
Because making that money made me feel like a superstar
I have never done drugs until I was seventeen
But nowadays it seems like im a drug fiend
To be honest I don't even know why I even do drugs
But sometimes drugs make me feel better than love
From ecstasy pills to angel dust to sniffing cocaine
And to having an alcohol problem that I can't explain
I don't regret all those bad things that I've done
Because it's the reason why I'm the guy that I've become
All I want to do is show an honest impression
Because writing poetry is my therapy session
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