i pull out a cigarette tear off a peice of cotton drop it in the dish put this cig in-between my lips I strike match off this matchbook this addiction is a bitch the life is a gift and I'm refusing to receive this shit as i pop the lid to this rig what the fuck why am i stuck in this rut with the feeling in my gut that im dieing befor the sun comes up calm on the surface but underneath my feet are moving like a duck trying to stay afloat every day that goes by the other day that I'm losing hope it's just fucking dope money making broke smoke so heavy ull choke in the next room who's addicted me and you some of us didn't even got a clue walking the streets not even wearing shoes fuck me no fuck you i dont care if u addicted ur singing its blues its so true im a slave to this needle and im chasing a bag irs the trurh and its so sad got two sons but im not a dad thata the life I wanted to have but my broken heart got the best of me,,,,,,