HOOKED
If I don't do dope
then I eat like a hog,
in between I beg or steal
just like an old hound dog.
When can I kick and lick
these frustrating habits,
even with females
we love like rabbits.
It is, I know
a dead dead end,
yet still I try to cope
without a real friend.
It's not funny how life seems
like a damn see-saw,
up and down up and down
I have no respect for the law.
There are many things I can do
eat less, don't do drugs, or invest in a truck,
but I keep on running with satan
trying to stay faithful but don't give a yuck.
I tried giving God another try
by going back to church,
though I soon ran back to satan
and wallowed again in his dirt.
I'm a cautious human being
and really very smart,
but stuffing food and smoking dope
is blowing up my heart.
I have been getting counseled
and my family's praying for me,
God is forever giving grace
but I still don't see.
This to me is not a joke
this has gotta stop,
my brain cells are dying slow
and my hearts about to pop.
Praying hard dissin' satan
doesn't seem to work,
I guess I'll be an idiot
I guess I'll remain a jerk.
This life is no game to me
even when I think I'm having fun,
on days when it's real hot
I don't feel the sun.
Things will get better for me,
when I don't lie and steal,
and when I put true faith in God
believing he is real.
-BlakMista

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