I'm so tired of the $hit that I write
so tired of fighting the fights that I fight
staying up all night, crying cause I hate my life
always doing drugs, trying to escape my life
tired of living in the past
tired of boo hooing, cause my girl left my a$$
because of the life we lived
I tried to cover it up, with kisses and hugs I'd give
thinking our love would out weigh the drugs that we did
the feelings i hid
and the sad emotions i had
from being a lousy boyfriend, and a real bad dad
It didn't take long to erase the smile on my face
you said you needed your space
as you and the boys drove away from our place
as my heart began to race
my emotions changed from sadness to hate
anger to regret
I can't believe i haven't committed suicide yet
but my mind has been set
i deserve better than death
I gotta figure out how to pick up the pieces that are left
put em back together, and make my better, my best
put some life back inside the left side of my chest
slow down take a deep breath, give my mind a rest
it will be a blessing to become a little less depressed
I thought it took the love of a woman
to enable me, to stand as man
but now i see, its completely up to me
on whether i can or i can't
so turn me down with every call, from me you get
burn me down with every ball of fire you spit
bruise my body with every last hit
addicted from all the pills that we split
physical and metaphorical pain inflicted with all of it
but, i think as i sit
about this bottomless pit
as I break the mirror in my pill crushing kit
my fear becomes clearer as I'm busting it to $hit
the straw, the card I'm done with this $hit
I wasn't alone even when she left with my kids
I still had a friend in all the drugs that i did
but, now my last friend, I have thrown from my life
along with this weed, the grinder and pipe
i lay down to sleep, this very night
i doze off with a smile, cause my eyes remain dry
i know when i wake, with every breath that i take
even in the smiles i fake, that now through everything
I no longer hate, and it truely feels great
it wasn't too late
to learn from the mistakes that i made
I unloaded my gun, and i raised from a most certain grave
thats right, i raised up
and i thank god i never gave up
some say its luck
but when i dismissed my pride
and looked to the skies through blood shot eyes
my most common disguise
and i prayed without having to lie
about wanting a new life
i found the courage to try

Let all that strain,all that pain.
Become your soul's personal gain.

To YOU MAN,,,don't just LET LIFE LEAD YOU.



BE YOU...stand tall and fight,
another life is in sight.
Let God take you into His light.
COMING-OUT is your FLIGHT....
you know, THIS IS RIGHT!!!


This is a very nice write man,,and its that feeling like shlt that makes us CHANGE,,that feeling down,broke,un-loved, all deranged.
YOUR BETTER AS A MAN AND DAD,,,by stopping all this shlt thats BAD!

Even if i barely know who you are i always thought you were a great man.
i really like this one you are a great person.