Junkies paradise

I’m sick of this burden that weighs on my chest , the struggles of life , the haters that test , the drugs and the crime , the jail what a mess , put me in the ground, eternally rest!
The chaos the drama , the fake friends that lie, to cunts that will judge you, that laugh passing by , the junkies and judges court cells and more , my life is a mess and I’m painfully sore !

I look in the mirror and guess what looks back , a skeleton junkie , fixation on smack ,
My teeth are pure yellow , there rotten with plaque , the drugs have took over and that is a FACT! My family they scurry in shadows to hide , from me and my toxic cold hearted dark vibes , I live in a shoe box , a damp empty room , no lecky or gas or food to consume , I live on my giro, from 2 weeks to next ,  all in a day , what do you expect , the police find me petty , pathetic at best , cheese coffee bacon , I chore for my quest , a vulture at night , I pray on the weak , black ski mask and hoody , to rob on the street , I’m vicious and nasty , to get what I want , the smack through my veins , and vallies to pop, the hash and the weed , the jellies them to , the Ching and the acid , the yellows and blues , Crystal and Mandy , swedgers and speed, then snowballs to finish , man what a treat ! My life is a bitch , I’m stuck in a haze , a lump in my throat , with tears to last days ! I’m sad and I’m lonely , I’m scared all in one , a hugs what I need , from mother to son .

I’m sick of this burden that weighs on my chest , the struggles of life , the haters that test , the drugs and the crime , the jail what a mess , put me in the ground, eternally rest!
The chaos the drama , the fake friends that lie, to cunts that will judge you, that laugh passing by , the junkies and judges court cells and more , my life is a mess and I’m painfully sore !

God if your listening , there’s no turning back , they threw me to wolves , returned with the pack , The script from the doctors , the meth and the smack , has left me for dead and that is a fact ! Fake friends all around me , they show me fake love , they plot scheme and whisper , to silence my tongue , but smile to my face , while snorting my base , my giro is spent , there gone with no trace ! And leave me to wonder , am I just a mug ? Who uses abuses , brandished a thug . For taxing raj  dealers , lock back at throat , enforcing my weight , capsizes the boat . On a One way to saughton , I’m fully commitled, screws in my pocket , there easy belittled , at night on ma pillow , am cringing inside , at what av become , at what I might find , these dark thoughts against me , am losing my mind , with hell on earth life , possessed like am blind. Am walking the shadows , the valley of death, haunted by demons , my life is a mess , If I could go back, to when it made sense , my innocent years , I would try my best , to succeed in life , listen and learn , apprentice with trade , respecting the girls , take guidance from friends, vision with pride , stop with the catchphrase ‘wide as the Clyde’ meaningful life , with sound peace of mind , role model to , I can be that guy , forgiven for sins , deadly and wicked , times almost up, God’s punched my ticket, but I’ve sealed my fate , a waste of a life , a lifetime of pain , trauma and strife !

I’m sick of this burden that weighs on my chest , the struggles of life , the haters that test , the drugs and the crime , the jail what a mess , put me in the ground, eternally rest!
The chaos the drama , the fake friends that lie, to cunts that will judge you, that laugh passing by , the junkies and judges court cells and more , my life is a mess and I’m painfully sore !