Burn low

i spits fire fires what i said i sit right here and fix up this mic check i could die feel a bit sick with life still i pick myself up time after time kill minutes with addictions its a bitch thats what i do fit to spin into a crystal clear sky thats an idea stickin shit in my arm got that pipe packed i fucking come down hard and then i wanna get high as them god damn gods i pick lots of fights as in youll get bit not just barked at i sit and twitch and when i can't sleep at all my legs just kick and i think awful hard their not good thoughts kids my problems are dark i lost it all quick i saw true happiness gone i wasnt long until i fell apart theres something wrong with me myself and i all the drugs im on been a 20 year long binge did some shit i admit that was monstrous my life's a bitch that's what i get for this nonsense content ill filth to filth im sick got them chills and i feel like death god im ill man i really am fucked up my grill with some real good shit i bought a new one so i could still get lit and also chew and chomp on food again and who the fuck are you to tell me im not fed im fed up as hell with myself and my habits ive had it up to here with my terrible actions im that devil may care motha fucka just tragic and i may never care enough of what happened to be coming up for air unaware of the sadness son ive it up to there with the sums of my damage the cross gets hard to bare in the slums im the savage haunted on despair punch drunk love as you have it