My Stuff

My Stuff Had some friends Advise me to go Said I been acting strange Past week or so First I declined But then, I said alright Signed into the group For councelling night This be my story Of what I seen there The faces of dismay Eyes with blank stare On every table A box of tissues For no real resolve Of people's issues Heads turned my way As a man called on me I had rehearsed already What my words would be From the chair I stood Stated my name Introducing myself The reason I came Voice solid Straight to the point I'm not into drugs Nor hooked on a joint It isn't the bottle Or nicotine But I am an addict The worst you've seen I had their attention And so I sat down Continued my speech All intently bound It's not depression Getting to me But I need my stuff Or I'll go crazy This isn't a story Of a love gone bad But if history you want Now that I've had When my hands get shaky And break in a sweat It not from gambling Or placing a bet I am an addict No worse will you see I need my Yeshua I bet that sounds crazy Ain't no cure For what I got Ain't no pill Ain't no shot So there it is I was asked to leave The condition I had Nobody believed Hey, that's cool I'll find the door For I neither the need To look back any more Cause there ain't no cure For what I've got Not a pill Not a shot I'm just an addict The worst you've seen Cause I need my Yeshua If you know what I mean