My Fillings

Mine part1] Used to drink at night So I could sleep at night My thinking wasn’t right, had to tell my thoughts to keep it light Had to tell my boss that I’m alright That I just had lost the time in sight Truth is sippin sauce had become trite Making sense, waking up and was contrite God damn, used to glorify this life I mean it’s in the movies aint it? Simulation theory Feeling like I’m trapped inside the matrix Feeling like I’m tapped and really ain’t shit Feeling like I’m wrapped inside the anxious Blankets of doubts of deprecations. I hate this. a worn down soldier, motivation holstered finger trigger slower, need to get back to the basics, now hol up, I think it’s time to grow up, can’t afford to fold up like age six Depression is ageless, and all the pressure seems baseless, I’m discoverin the basis of why my dreams froze in stasis I’m on an odyssey, of a prophecy, Of an oddity, to be brought to knees I am vomiting, I am promising To a cosmic being, I will drop the feat If you wash me clean, like you wash the feet, but that’s bargaining, damn near arguing I ain’t even dug into the heart of things [your Part2] Used to drink at night So I could sleep at night My thinking wasn’t right, had to tell my thoughts to keep it light Had to tell my boss that I’m alright That I just had lost the time in sight Truth is sippin sauce had become trite Making sense waking up and was contrite God damn, used to glorify this life Runs in the family, don’t it? Used to say, I would never drink, but that changed in a moment I became a young proponent Wanted to be cool, chill, the coldest Wanted to be Edgar Poe to a T, I wanted to become a dying poet Started smoking cigarettes, for the fun of it Garage hop liquor, got a ton of it Didn’t think twice like “What of it” But now looking back at it, that was dumb as shit Like I was stuck waiting for the buzz to hit Hit the ground runnin to catch up to it Made some good memories, I must admit but 2 times too many, I’ve been cuffed at wrists My therapist says that I love the risk, Comfortable in chaos, I grew up in it So even when I feel I’ve had enough of it You can catch me back at it for another fix Like fuck, what have I’ve done What did I do? There’s nothing to prove, and nothing to lose, Im wonderin when i confused the two I used to drink at night