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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’m an addict In recovery And I’m kind of glad of it I don’t want to be Just another G Out promoting weed While I’m planting the idea Like a G-13 seed Read between the lines And you’ll find I’m blinded Beating up my mind And my spines been grinded Reminded of the times I’d fly so high kid I might get by this In spite of the white mist In my head Bled red to feel less dead Lack of meds steadily Led me to a hospital bed I’m off it again They’re coughing their venom Into my pen Often getting them to regret All the messages that they send Depending how I face it To taste it is to waste it Raced to the conclusion That I should probably pace it Out without a doubt There’s no holding back now Up becomes down Now I’m digging into the ground I’m the sickest in this town Creating the biggest mound Soundest guy around But the addiction pulls me down I’m living in a fantasy This world was never meant for me No matter how I try to see Cant seem to face reality I’m an addict In recovery And I’m kind of glad of it I don’t want to be Just another G Out promoting weed While I’m planting the idea Like a G-13 seed I’m an addict I don’t want to be But I’ve got a key chain For you all to see From the N.A. saying that I’m one year clean And I’m sat here wondering where I’d be If I stuck to relapse With that on tap I’d never make a lap Around the recovery map I’d be trapped with strange happenings Under my cap I’d be rapping about lacking In fact, I’d be packed with paranoia And I know you wont get it It’s just part of the ill So don’t even try sweat it Every day’s a new pill That chills through me They keep me rock steady And I’m still to see The day I become ready To fall flat on my face Is the day our almighty God falls from grace Chasing the high like the sun in the sky No matter how I try I would never reach it from denial Always one day ahead of me Bringing in my misery Sitting here thinking is this really me? An inkling tells me it doesn’t have to be So I firmly grasp onto my recovery I’m an addict In recovery And I’m kind of glad of it I don’t want to be Just another G Out promoting weed While I’m planting the idea Like a G-13 seed
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