Wisdom from a addict

Wisdom from a addict it all started from foolishness.

I come from the slums.

Desperate for a crumb this is Broadway.

Where destruction is the broad way.

This place needs a holiday a Santa maybe even something cheap as a

Fanta.

Cause these boys and girls are deprived of good gifts and their thirsty.

They lost dreams of riding in luxury thoughts of succession were done years ago.

Or should I say tears ago it’ll take miracles to bring them out of captivity

They are actively stuck to the drugs enchanted by them.

They gave in one day now everyday they Dance for them they are hypnotized.

no realization of the lies that their living by.

Will it be good reminiscing?

Or sin and lies they speak of when you die?

You decide, you divide the presented truth or the hidden lies.

You depict your next move you either land or crash.

You decide this your course of actions show your passions.

Drug fanatic I turned myself to a fucking addict.

I made myself in need of that next hit.

I wanted it never did I run from it.

Daily I fought and still fight to keep silent my urges for violence.

On a deadly scale I put myself in the depths of hell.

You couldn’t tell I knew right from wrong.

My list of rights wasn’t long my wrongs were strong.

Flexing at a high rate I was high everyday.

I knew no better than the grave I was ready for death any day.

But I wanted to live so how much sense did that make?

In a euphoric sort of way I was able to go forward fighting my pain.

Thought I was coping by doping my soul up.

Realistically I was straining myself giving my hope up.

Never could throw up enough to get rid of drugs.

Sick of the stuff sick of my ways tired of my days.

If it would’ve ended I would’ve seen it as his grace sent my way.

Felt his blessings but I hid from the light of a sober mans message.