shake off the dust,
from years of use, misuse, abuse, and recluse,
let that old man rust,
these old ways and old habits must swing from the noose,
selfish needs, greed, proceeds,
cut em’ off, release em’ to the wind,
it’s time to plant a new seed,
set up your boundaries, learn to defend,
waging a war in my head,
lesser self punches under my skin,
cravings never cease till I’m dead,
constant sabotage self for a sin,
living in chaos, sickness, and withdrawal,
a single purpose and it’s sick,
sludging through the dirt makes it harder to crawl,
people say ‘why don’t ya just kick?’,
you think it’s easy, ya, so easy to judge,
go smoke your cig, so you won’t wig, have a nic fit,
addiction thrives, never easy to nudge,
so easy to quit?
rip a hole in your soul as your headed to death row,
it’s a battle every day,
drugs knock you down knock you down, eventually take their toll,
I never should have played.