I've never lit or touched no sh*t, am I behaving like a pr*ck, just because I care about her is it wrong to help her quit?, or let her keep on doin it, she's got one life she'll ruin it, her body's bein abused with it, don't wanna cause a feud an ****, she'll end up like a gruesome bitch but balls I think its time you grew some, bitch.
*an extract from a song I've just wrote, that's off my head as I haven't got the paper with me. Here's the start
I love my girl to bits never thought that I could live without her,
Never thought that drugs would be a problem on the kitchen counter, when she told me what she done I held my anger, didn't shout, instead I poured out from my eyes the pain inside just closed my mouth,
I fell about my face like stone, I found the answers in her phone, callin up these coke head phones an gettin drop offs at her home, keepin up with mr jones, I don't know my heart is broke, an all time low a slippy slope and that's just me it's a ****ing joke. Gettin dropped off on a bike but in my head its on a boat, the paranoia's setting in with me and I don't even smoke, I've never lit or touched no ****.........
I'll have it recorded soon and I'll appreciate a few listens from my comrades