Addicted

I feel it again burning deep from within
Feel it creep down my skin to the ink in this pen

On this paper a flavor of favor to read
A few players relate like the Savior you need
You were made to be seen and I hate that it seems
That I waste all my genes by just chasing these dreams

So I wait while I wean myself off of this green
And I mean to now quit but I can’t so it seems
And I hate to admit that I can’t do this shit
That I cannot just quit, I’m addicted to it

All I need is a fix of my favorite mix
And my favorite blend of some smoking again
But one day I am sure God will send me a cure
And I’ll re-become pure and no more follow lures

And I’ll stay that way until the day that I die
As I realize there’s more to this life than a high