Choices

The Choice is on me1People say that I’m an addictAll I know is that I gotta have itI don’t care if it kill me I don’t care much about livinYou see I got to ll this void and it is so fulllingUntil it leave me empty and I go to chase itAnd there is no one around me so I gotta face itYou know these drugs is all I play withI call them my closest friendsEven though they leave me dryAnd when no one’s looking all I do is cryMan I want to quitBut it comes againYou know that feeling of wanting moreAnd I get it and wake up on the #oorI just want to be lovedI want it to be how it wasAnd I don’t want my brother goneMan I miss him but I gotta be strongYou know some times I feel like super manAfter I get my next hit I am back at it againHopefully I’ll end up just like himAnd no longer existYou know I didn’t ask for this lifeI didn’t ask for all of this pain insideI didn’t ask for my life to be this wayIt sort of happened and now to hell with what you sayThe Choice is on me2So I am mad at the world because I got a bad hand deltAnd I wake up and say nothing because you don’t know what I feltAnd it is a hard day to feel this way but hey, who cares anyways?My shoes are torn and batteredAnd my soul and heart are beat up and shatteredWho are you looking at meIt’s only the outside you can really seeMy eyes are red, haven’t slept in days…Maybe I will get better… will ya’ll please pray?You know I need a HealerBut I am mad at Him because He’s the ultimate DealerOf this thing called lifeAnd I don’t agree with what I’ve seenSo you know all I do is ghtAnd strive with my MakerEven though I know He’s callingEven though I know that I’ve fallenI won’t let him catch me you see I’d rather dieBecause He took the apple of my eyeI don’t quite fully understandThat my Master has a planAnd that He has me in His handsAnd that my soul is in great demandFor His works and His gloryAnd that there are people just like me dying to hear my storyOf how I made it out and How God set me free

Trap, rap, blues