Thrills and pills, bottle caps and battle raps until even God Loves Ugly, sentenced and a lifetime on paper, praying to a savior but even Jesus don't hear my cries! Buddha blessed but I'm hella stressed turning meth pipes and smoked herb... unable to synthesize a word and ten years down, what what. A shadow over my soul, SOLD, and I know the devil's footwork so well. Where in darkness I dwell, and I cannot funnel any ofit, so far removed... Dark nights and dark days, labelled a fag and I cannot save myself again! Sin, gin, jazz, JUNE, months blur, worlds whirl, the twist and turn until psychosis slips in, late in the day, as one blurs into the other, LIES TO MY MOTHER, and no one trusts a dope fiend. I'm struggling to be a HOPE FIEND but cannot put together two days. "THANK GOD FOR GRANTING ME THIS MOMENT OF CLARITY" But again I am spun sick and tired, brain rewired, OH LORD SAVE ME NOW!!!
