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idk where to even begin addiction man was killin me had to walk away picked up the pen to ease the stress ventilate my pain into somthing great maybe find a way to relate with others feeling the same remember those days i was stuck chasing dope chasin money pushing my luck as far as it wld go on the edge so closto jus letting go demons inside pushin me over free falling jus out of control those drugs had me wouldnt let me go got me doing things loseing it i dont feel human being like i can see the future what is it im seeing demons got me leading me into the pit lost soul cant repent jesus help me im jus in the back seat i aint been me still recovering shits scary demons hovering watching me wroteong every move in the diary tracking my steps tryna see where theyll catch me next noose around my neck waiting to tight its hard but i keep fighting but momma pray idk when ill see my dieing day but im dieng everyday life jus aint the same idk if ill ever change cant help momma i was born for this game hate to tell u cuz id know u wld hurt the day u see them lay me in the dirt dont cry jus know ill watching close from the skies and i never lived with regret love ya momma