Good thing there's a canopy Up over my bed So lightning from above Can't see to strike me dead Cause I was a baddie at least that's what they said, that type of life had me, and Ill never forget... Praying God has forgiven me, For all I do, and all I did, I guess I can confess now, I was reckless, I admit Real life motion picture scenes behold now exposed a tale I couldn't tell before Seemed better left untold Kept it to myself, Nobody cared how hard I had to row Wanted to let go, but I couldn't do it in slow mode, It was a 100 miles to that next white line, and I ignored every signal, and ran every stop sign I took that old road to a cold dark end, Pushed off a bit of snow for just a few ol' Benjamin I was a worn out girl, with some busted ass shoes I had unpaid bills, and I had nothing to lose, couldn't walk a day in my shoes even if you wanted to, and honestly I wouldn't put that shit on any one of you Living every day like it was going to be my last, It came so free, came so easily, and now I fight relapse. I was stubborn, I felt nothin, didn't see a need for change. It was sudden, I was runnin to the thing that hid my pain Good thing there's a canopy Up over my bed So lightning from above Can't see to strike me dead I was short wired... Coulda got higher but I was afraid to die Unsupplied with a desire To pick a side, Im gemini Pointed to the poison to beg my demons out of bed, Not like I needed a reason, Just to keep my habit fed Dizzy spells spun me in my room so many times before I'm surprised I was never found on some random bathroom floor I Triggered, welcomed relapse , needed another fix,  Thanks Mom and Dad for the expensive addictive genetics, and what was sick was I knew my next dip could be the exit, even then, I didn't stop, I still risked it, it was stupid The only memories I have all leave me conflicted Seen fights wit my mother, cuz my father was abusive, Never liked to minimize or justify excuses. My tunnels show scars where the proof was in the bruises Part of it was cause I felt a needed it for music, Part of it was because without it I felt useless, Even tho I was full of conviction, fear, and regret I did another hit while my heart pounding out my chest,  If fucking up was a profession, I was in the right direction Whether that was locked up in prison, or floatin' up in heaven Good thing there's a canopy Up over my bed So lightning from above Can't see to strike me dead I was cold to the touch, but no ice on my lips no matter the method, it was no way to live Not proud, Im ashamed and I hate to admit it,  but my testimony proves that people get addicted Who I was before was defiant, Yet I'm still here and I'm blessed, Content with simplicity, No more poison on my breath. Good thing there's a canopy Up over my bed So lightning from above Can't see to strike me dead. Lady Rhea. 11-16-21. Tulsa, Ok