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Egg Spence Poem
I’m an addict
In recovery
And I’m kind of glad of it
I don’t want to be
Just another G
Out promoting weed
While I’m planting the idea
Like a G-13 seed
Read between the lines
And you’ll find I’m blinded
Beating up my mind
And my spines been grinded
Reminded of the times
I’d fly so high kid
I might get by this
In spite of the white mist
In my head
Bled red to feel less dead
Lack of meds steadily
Led me to a hospital bed
I’m off it again
They’re coughing their venom
Into my pen
Often getting them to regret
All the messages that they send
Depending how I face it
To taste it is to waste it
Raced to the conclusion
That I should probably pace it
Out without a doubt
There’s no holding back now
Up becomes down
Now I’m digging into the ground
I’m the sickest in this town
Creating the biggest mound
Soundest guy around
But the addiction pulls me down
I’m living in a fantasy
This world was never meant for me
No matter how I try to see
Cant seem to face reality
I’m an addict
In recovery
And I’m kind of glad of it
I don’t want to be
Just another G
Out promoting weed
While I’m planting the idea
Like a G-13 seed
I’m an addict
I don’t want to be
But I’ve got a key chain
For you all to see
From the N.A. saying that I’m one year clean
And I’m sat here wondering where I’d be
If I stuck to relapse
With that on tap
I’d never make a lap
Around the recovery map
I’d be trapped with strange happenings
Under my cap
I’d be rapping about lacking
In fact, I’d be packed with paranoia
And I know you wont get it
It’s just part of the ill
So don’t even try sweat it
Every day’s a new pill
That chills through me
They keep me rock steady
And I’m still to see
The day I become ready
To fall flat on my face
Is the day our almighty God falls from grace
Chasing the high like the sun in the sky
No matter how I try
I would never reach it from denial
Always one day ahead of me
Bringing in my misery
Sitting here thinking is this really me?
An inkling tells me it doesn’t have to be
So I firmly grasp onto my recovery
I’m an addict
In recovery
And I’m kind of glad of it
I don’t want to be
Just another G
Out promoting weed
While I’m planting the idea
Like a G-13 seed
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Egg Spence Poem
I'm split, like the face of a Pisces
Battling it out, trying conquer the high seas
I might freeze because it's icy
Chattering teeth beneath the white mist that I breath
I tried to leave too soon
Under the glow of the moon
Thunder poured into a desolate room
It gets a bit gloom throughout a decadent doom
But still I rise above and let my truth loom
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Egg Spence Poem
I'm defiant like a child that doesn't want the Ritalin
Cause a riot cos I'm wild and end up in the bin again
Maddened in a pad again but this time padded walls within
Halls that spin while crawling in, calling in at 4 again
Knocking on the door and then, talking to the floor again
Making my way to my bed where I would sit and pour a pen
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