Spit the old shit kid

Hockis pockus and let me focus
on something magical that isn't worthless
the headaches follow
once I'm off that old shit
all it does is numb the gums
Help me forget why I wrote this old shit
soon I'll be legit and spit the new shit
yet everyday its ever lasting,
the pain I feel in hated anguish,
the ones I've hurt can't ever understand this,
I hope we all can read this soon
maybe even make a joke or two,
know its a serious problem now
when I wrote this I was a furious child,
scared and alone with nowhere to go home,
yet everyday I'd share a tail
in hopes that maybe you would soon trail.
I didn't mean to hide this all,
really wanted to stop it all,
from smoking dope and slinging smoke,
sniffing poke and dropping hope
to banging black in hopeless cope
just knot inside my throat
each day feeling like I choke
at least I survived is what I'm saying folks