riddled with concern

I took a drug test today
it was for great pay, full benefit and 401k
I may be off the dope
But without smoke, I find it hard to cope
Even been smoking that store bought k2 fake shit
My system was clean; I mean thought there wasn’t shit
Never thought about the pipe, with the California medicinal resin
Now if im gonna pass this test...oh lord I need a blessin’
Drank like a gallon of water in that last hour
Straight pissing like it was coming from a water tower
I’m so nervous waiting for this call
But if I fail, human resources won’t call at all
I was offered the job, nailed all three interviews, had hit the nail on the head
But soon as I heard drug screen, got that sinking feeling, like my heart was made of lead
If I fuck this up I’m screwed but its my own damn fault
But I still won’t resort to that fucking NA cult
If you read my other poems, you already know my view on meetings
No sense giving them another verbal beating
When will I just grow up, when will I ever learn
Now I sit here waiting…riddled with concern