It's like I'm fighting against good. -In
a race away from the light,
I’ve been bookin'...
Things have grown dim & grim-lookin'
Cause I been puttin',
-needle to skin pushin'...
Insane, like my veins, are pin cushions…
Who with any sense wouldn’t
see this trap that sin put in
My path where the grass
has been smooshed in
I’ve been hooked
& it’s all ‘cause I’ve been stupid!
Back in the day, I prayed that this wouldn’t ever come to pass, but it has…
Shoulda’, coulda’, woulda’ ain’t no good fa’ nothing but the past.
We’ve passed that
and that passed me so fast
that lookin’ back
won’t get me nowhere but dead-last!
Yeah, you can bet that!
I’ve lived my life’s last half like a jack-ass…
Half smashed & half-assed…
To’rn up with my toes up & gas mashed!
Ashamed cause that’s sad!
-Speeding down the hi-way,
on my way to being dead fast!
Yeah, Yeah, you can bet that!
Now please hold for the next half!
©vinson.d
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