I Say to remain strong,
But here I am weak.
So numb from these drugs,
I can barely even speak.
My voice is almost gone,
and I can't really breathe,
Yet my fingers
are still loading
more poison up for me.
I say I wannna win,
But I hold hands with defeat.
I get so fucking high,
And i didn't even use my feet.
A Problem is what I call it,
On the streets is where it started.
It'll catch you right quick,
if you don't remain guarded.
Why do I do it,
Knowing its killin my brain.
I try think of yesterday,
And i can't remember anything.
I...