Sometimes I wake up and wonder what keeps me motivated
I keep my foot on the brake while some others accelerated
I've elevated but still hated what I was saying
I was just moving quickly still testing my own patience...
But I fell back, drugs had me captive to relapse
I never got out of bed, stayed comfortable with the relax
Just a habit to kick back go grab another few caps
not a gun statement but I could still feel the kick back
when I sit back.
It's just a few pills, plus I like to get beamed
Shot down with some new deals
Xanax price so low I call it a steal
until I feel it hit my body then i'm loading the steel
and then I stop...
I pause for a second and then I drop
I'm a psychopathic addict to almost every drug that I cop
But it doesn't matter apparently i'm gonna stop
I've said that 5 or 6 times before my feelings were lost
and killed off in a stockyard and then hit back to the ballpark
It sounds dumb when I talk smart but notice rhythms can take part
It all stops in an instant
It's like a class full of kids then the teacher dismissed it
If you think about it school is just like life...
Some fail, some pass, and others barely get by
It all depends on the effort and if you wanted to try
But what's your purpose? reading this poem wanting to cry
Or hopfully realizing you're not ready to die...
Not many people decide to put up a fight
Just whine, stay sad at their own life
You found every reason to cry but not once to even climb..
I'm at the top of the mountian made of burdens that broke my spine
And still, I'm going back down take my hand this time
Let me guide you to the top I promise you I won't let go
Just hold on tight, don't quit until I say so
And before you know it...
You're at the top and helping others grow...
Now. You know the reason I never let go
Live your life like a poem. just let it flow...