Stand Tall
Addicted & sick is what I was just over three years ago,
What life had in store for me how could I know,
Just what would I do now; where did I have to go?
If I was to save my life and have one worth living I'd have to kick the drugs,
To stay clean I'd have to stop selling them; stop acting like a common thug.
It took me incarceration to get clean,
If you are an addict it takes what it takes;
You know what I mean.
The fact that I stopped using drugs was not by any will of my own at all,
It takes more than will alone; it take dedication you have to be in it for the long hall,
If I ever get cocky or complacent I'll be destend to fall,
With the support of others and a power greater than self;
I can walk the walk hold my head up and stand tall...
Moon Dog Art
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