open book.

I haven't smiled in like 2-3 weeks I been poppin' bottles like 3-4 each At times I look in the mirror and hate who I see At times I wake up and pray that waking up was a dream I'm being honest with you Are you being honest with me? Tell me are you being honest with me? Hmm It's a part of the reason I'm so fucked up It's a part of the reason I'm a junkie Feels like the reason I failed at Uni, I flunked it So I started selling uppers, you know? f*ck it I feel so hollow without narcotics If it feels right then assume that I've bought it Had to fight all of my life and I'm not about to forfeit I'm sorry to my sis I'm sorry to my lil bro I'm a bad example, drowning in mist I'm sorry to my dad Even though he KO'd me with his fists So I left home that was the first time I smoked weed I'm sorry to my mom She held a knife at our throats when we were just six In this moment I neither jest nor kid You face the shit that I been through You sacrifice your sanity and health for your passionate pursuit You couldn't even fit in my shoes Everything I faced, this is where it led to I been robbed and beaten bloodied, aimed by some lead too This is just the surface And if you doubt me I got belt lashes on my back Courtesy of my dad You're welcome to feel them