Priorities

I need to regain my focus
I have not been making progress
Wasting my time in my own mess
Living a lie nearly homeless
Tryna provide for my future
I am not sure what to shoot for
Making my rhymes, no computer
Shot by the shop for the user
 
Sat on my ass, with a spliff down to half
It’s 17 past 12, I’m needing a bath
And need to tidy my shit up
Cause I’ve been bringing a kid up
Not quite a father, but kinda
.......She just worded it nicer
So, is, this, my, de-cline?
Re-peat, need, a, re-wind
Got, too, hooked, on, fe-line
...And she wants to be mine
I’m mean, she really does seem fine
Until, we needed the street lights
That’s called, “baby will freak time”
She-said “daddy don’t leave side”
 
We get along, too, well, as long as she’s sweet
Or taking out, the, tube, when under the sheet
 
My luck with these females
Who suffer with something
Theres too many are out here
Who struggle for nothing
Post traumatic human addict
Involuntary loving
Can’t leave the room and come back
Without her silently blubbering
I hate to see people hurt, but know I’m a problem
Get too close then I leave for good, they’re worse now than when I got them
And I don’t mean to, string along, but my goal makes people see where they belong
Turning that dream right in-to, one of their own
I don’t think it’s wise, to, link, if, I wanna grow
Sorry prin-cess, but, you gotta go