just lyrics.. poems.. whatever they may become.
I am in need with a hunger to feed I may beg and I may plead but ever since addiction planated its seed it seems my mind may never be freed. We are a different breed, us so called losers stuck on booze, drugs, n weed. Well that may be indeed for those of who wave like a reed but with my heart I will exceeed, and no more red my veins will bleed. Nothing in the future can be guaranteed, and I always know that dope has the greed to intercede no matter what life I may lead.To my disease I will not concede. but if my mistakes I do heed and to my fathers will I will accede I know that I will succeed.