The Little Things
The little things that count
They say it?s the little things that count in life, well I decided to write this as I listen
to a man tell a story of choosing a little thing over his wife.
Crack cocaine, a little thing alright, a tiny little rock that you continue to chase and it
controls you night after night.
Blinded by the addiction and the short lived high, you become someone else, you?ll
do anything eventually, cheat, steal, lie.
Same sh$t day after day can have men sucking dick and they aint even gay.
Anything for this little thing, degradation, no self-love, getting used and abused.
Losing everything you once had, even your mind, your family, morals and values.
At the end of the day, you?re asking yourself why, you?re homeless, alone, straight
broken and all you can do is cry; you don?t want to feel so you continue to get high.
Insanity at its highest degree, so blinded by the chase, the lifestyle, this addiction,
you can?t see.
Can?t see reality, can?t hear the truth, and can?t feel sh$t. You wake up with
strangers constantly putting your life at risk.
If you?re lucky, you?ll survive this and recover. You?ll get your life back one day at a
time and no longer will you suffer.
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