Remorse prey

Reaping what I'm sewing
 catching the stones that I'm throwing bull shit  spews fast out my mouth breath smelling like shit
 I'm selling my recovery but nobody's buying it
what the f*** gone for 2 weeks my dog's the only one missing me
 now I sit here contemplating my path
 9 out of 10 it's going to be a relapse
why can't they cure me if it's a disease where the fucks the vaccine
medicated assistance is not for me
 going to die accepting the Vivitrol challenge
challenge the opiate antibodies
no dead cells running through my body not going home to see anybody
 Case I'm  catching not my blessing in and out of detox
 undressed to keep dressing
no clean time for my sweet rhyme just a junk box with a pen trying to save her life again
 amen