Starved

8/31/21 In life, I haven't got far It's been a mess, instead of on par Everyday I party like a Rockstar Always watching out for a cop car I've been smoking hard My lungs might be the color of tar I've been drinking hard My liver must be scarred For a long time going hard With some but not enough regard Did a whole lot of harm Leaving mental and physical scars Despite being stabbed in the back with barbs Because they didn't want to see me living large These are the memoirs Of someone that's been starved They had to take charge Instead of just counting their lucky stars