Here I sit crackpipe in my hand.
Wondering how I became this man
I grew up head filled with dreams,
Of being a movie star, or on a
I wanna go back and talk to that kid.
And tell him not to do the things that
To follow his heart no matter where
it would lead, To live life slowly,
there's no need to speed.
Live life like each day is his last,
Strive for a future and remember his
Don't put off tomorrow what you can
do today. Follow those dreams no
matter what people say.
Treat people with fairness and try to
be kind. Develop your body, expand
Travel and see the world, Fall in love
with a beautiful girl.
But its too late, that kids just an
empty shell, Living his life in his self
No more family, kids gone with ex
wife. Crackpipe in hand looking back
at my life.
All alone in my room, laying on my
bed, Noone would even notice me
Drowning away my pain and my
sorrow. Putting off today cause ill
clean up tomorrow.
So now I stand finger raised at the
sky. I'm pissed at you God you
wanna know why.
You've taken away everything from
me. The man I became isn't the
man I could be.
And I'm pretty sure I won't be
seeing you. Cause I know I'd regret
the things I would do.
So say Hi god to my friends and
family. And make sure u take care of
them for me.
I think I know what I have to do. I
am done with you god no more
praying to you.
My god now is this pipe in my hand.
Its taken my soul left this hollow