So, we’re drinking
Popping pills
Sexing it up
Taking a gamble, trying to get that bread up
It almost sound like a dream come true
But it’s an entrapment at its best
Fairytale addiction, none the less
Momma ‘em say I’m just fine
But truth be told, I’m just an addict
We all want these things but my body says I have to have it
Can’t let a day go by without having at least two of them
You may say it’s all in my head
But this is so real to me
Even almost tangible see
And before you decide to pass your judgement
Keep in mind that we all have our different methods and devices of coping
I’ll just make it through life on money, sex and poetry
Or at least that’s what I’m hoping