My Jones

i don't drink no alcohol i don't smoke no herb i don't snort no coke i don't even like tea yet there's still one addiction that's got a hold on me and like any true addict i aint trying to get free i'm hooked on poetry hooked on the expressed word got a gigantic habit the whole neighborhood's done heard they be lookin' at me funny-like talkin' 'bout me behind my back but it don't bother me none and that's a bonafide fact i caint break away this albatross is solid 'round my neck i aint even tryin' to lose it what tha heck this jones is always in ma' face when i'm sleep and when i'm 'wake i caint beat it i aint even tryin' to fake i love me some this it's way too good to me i done accepted this as true i got this to do and really, hope it's sometimes also good to you it's a mammoth fight i'm welded to it day and night and i'm workin' tryin' to make it right aint tryin' to hold you up but i know the truth on that too you aint gon' be held up unless you want to hey what can i say