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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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