Get Away
Give me a break;
I need to release some stress,
this tension got me tripping'
I'm living' a life that's making' me sin every day
I don't know which way to go
Could somebody please let me know?
I try to climb the ladder, by the time I reach the top I fall back down, so now I'm
hanging with those smoking' weed,
now I'm sipping' Hennessy mixed with Gin and sinning indeed
And I been actin' crazy lately out of control
Intoxicated, faded, blazing up the 'dro
My thoughts be so pessimistic, stress,
I ain't been able to shake it,
then it's evil, my own people be hating
Waiting for me to fall, Im glad I got sick before I got paid, so I could really see who
was my friends
Them fakers who said they was down till I die ain't even last to the end
I refuse to let people give me the blame, When God makes people actions plain as see,
I will speak on it so I guess yall back stabber's gonna be mad me
It's a shame a that I really had to face the reality
that what goes up must come back down that's called gravity
So let me breathe, don't call acting like you care, cause when I needed you didn't give a
hell about me or when I was dying, but now i'm fine
Now it's time for me to get away and clear my mind.
Copyright © Michael Brunson | Year Posted 2008
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