Addiction
"Just try it," those are the worst words,
In all my years that I ever heard,
Those words were my guide to darkness,
The hardest sharpness, daggering pains leaving me like a heartless carcass,
Brain dead, inner cuts that stain red,
Self destructing like popping too many pain meds,
Oh no the urge is back, opposite of a no show,
Withdrawals leave my world shaken like a snow globe,
I need it, I take it, this addiction I can't shake it
I'm dying inside so this smile, I fake it,
My stomachs a black pit, feels like acid,
Burning my insides leaving it rancid
I need a bit, my goal is to quit,
But for now I'll just take a hit.
In all my years that I ever heard,
Those words were my guide to darkness,
The hardest sharpness, daggering pains leaving me like a heartless carcass,
Brain dead, inner cuts that stain red,
Self destructing like popping too many pain meds,
Oh no the urge is back, opposite of a no show,
Withdrawals leave my world shaken like a snow globe,
I need it, I take it, this addiction I can't shake it
I'm dying inside so this smile, I fake it,
My stomachs a black pit, feels like acid,
Burning my insides leaving it rancid
I need a bit, my goal is to quit,
But for now I'll just take a hit.
High School Ladder
High school has been like a ladder,
I started out strong, never was a slacker,
It was shock to the system,
Went from oldest to the youngest
Older friends gave me wisdom
To try my hardest,
Grade eight was simple, not a big step,
Had to find a circle ranging from jocks to preps,
The year was splendid, then it ended,
Next thing, grade nine I attended,
School was great, I was never late,
Kept good grades just like grade eight,
Grade ten was a wake up call,
Had a bigger work load that I had to haul,
High school now felt evident,
Hours of homework was evidence,
Grade eleven was serious,
Talks of post secondary made me delirious,
I wasn't ready I still had another year,
That year is now here,
Grade twelve is almost done,
I'm running past third base for the home run,
Thinking about the future? It's now that time,
The last step of the ladder? Now I climb.
I started out strong, never was a slacker,
It was shock to the system,
Went from oldest to the youngest
Older friends gave me wisdom
To try my hardest,
Grade eight was simple, not a big step,
Had to find a circle ranging from jocks to preps,
The year was splendid, then it ended,
Next thing, grade nine I attended,
School was great, I was never late,
Kept good grades just like grade eight,
Grade ten was a wake up call,
Had a bigger work load that I had to haul,
High school now felt evident,
Hours of homework was evidence,
Grade eleven was serious,
Talks of post secondary made me delirious,
I wasn't ready I still had another year,
That year is now here,
Grade twelve is almost done,
I'm running past third base for the home run,
Thinking about the future? It's now that time,
The last step of the ladder? Now I climb.
Old Man
There's an old man sitting on the bus,
With a grey metal cane under his arm like a crutch,
He's got a head full hair slicked back with a comb,
Stands fairly short and chubby like a garden nome,
The scent of aftershave is what he gives off,
Covers his mouth as he bellows a smokers cough,
His hand accidentally bumps my knee,
The feeling was just like his skin, wrinkly,
He gives me this look as to say,
You're going to look like me one day.
With a grey metal cane under his arm like a crutch,
He's got a head full hair slicked back with a comb,
Stands fairly short and chubby like a garden nome,
The scent of aftershave is what he gives off,
Covers his mouth as he bellows a smokers cough,
His hand accidentally bumps my knee,
The feeling was just like his skin, wrinkly,
He gives me this look as to say,
You're going to look like me one day.
Despicable
I ain't a criminal but when life is minimal,
I have no choice but to grab a gun and feel cynical,
Cause of my skin colour I get judged, it's visual,
Non-fictional, the discrimination is visible,
It don't feel fixable, it's despicable.
I have no choice but to grab a gun and feel cynical,
Cause of my skin colour I get judged, it's visual,
Non-fictional, the discrimination is visible,
It don't feel fixable, it's despicable.
The Cycle
It starts as a seed that's planted,
then it needs to be nurtured,
Looked after and taken care of,
Year after year it grows,
It gets bigger and stronger,
Till it reaches it's peak,
At certain point it starts to get weaker,
It gets older and older,
Then one day it dies,
But the cycle always goes on.
then it needs to be nurtured,
Looked after and taken care of,
Year after year it grows,
It gets bigger and stronger,
Till it reaches it's peak,
At certain point it starts to get weaker,
It gets older and older,
Then one day it dies,
But the cycle always goes on.