Back Again For the Time

Its not the first time I write to rhyme Caught up once again in a life filled with petty crime Dealing nickels and dimes through the hard times I keep a smile because you looked at as weak if they see you crying I stay grounded with smoking drugs that I keep buying Im floating in the air with the smoke Im ****ing flying I keep hurting in this pain thats why I keep on writing I try and stay peaceful but its hard to surrounded by constant fighting Alcoholic pains shooting through my body faster than lighting Cirrosiss Death back again for the first time