Life After Mistakes

The dark clouds rolled On the day I got out of prison Sitting on that lonely road Trying to start back living Nothing is different Still the same old me When the much needed change Is too far for me to see The dope sits and stares With that fine cut powder Should I go up Or should I take a downer The .45 seems to still fit Perfectly in my waist band I can’t take it out I can’t do this again I seek the face of God Hoping for some light Take me from this darkness Take me from this night Emotions running wild Wondering what’s to come next Feeling as if I’m cursed Under that witchy woman’s hex She left me long ago Not liking who I was It wasn’t her fault I was the only cause I want that love once more With her kissing my lips I think of her often As I take another sip I put down the bottle Blow the dope in the wind Throw away the .45 And begin to live again