Like a bad addict i'm back at it, I see what I want from life and I go grab it, young and restless like jack Abbott, my flows magic, your flows tragic, I let go of all of the bad habits, in return I was blessed with the strength that God added, a gift of love no more madness, that holds the world captive, So like a camilian I became adaptive, an when something didnt add up i just subtract it, look to the heavens an talk to God when I need to vent, That's why I even step foot in this booth and spit, God if you are listening I'm sorry and I repent, today is the day that I wash away all of my sins an start again, Looking for light in the tunnel but guess I haven't reached my end searching for hints thats been heaven sent but I can't find the content or prevent these events from happening feels like my world is collapsing in