A Crackhead's Nightmare

[Wreck]

As my rhymes flow through these muddy roads
my mind paints pictures, but my brain turns to putty yo
aint I lovely, so- today's pretty, not a ugly hoe
smoke clouds of haze...you can't be above me bro
i'm high on this cloud 9, no pain until I'm outside
crying in my house- I, feel I'm dying- it's about time
that's only my mentality, reality sets though
no fun, I'm a wreck- so, let's go
petrified, I'm pinned to these pills like pen-to-pad
"but their's better days to come,"- now when is that?
An addiction needs help- I second that
but my world seems dark like Men In Black
if addictions becomes persistent, do the addition.....wait
Coke to the nose, oh, call it fishing bait
Wrote to Mama, "Hey, I'm back in rehab, pray."
Cause if I die, my last letters on my last day

[gutawafang]

Drama. I liked the way it sounds. I see metaphors too. Yeah, it's cool man.

[Wreck]

Drama. I liked the way it sounds. I see metaphors too. Yeah, it's cool man.

Thanks for the feed bro. Bump.

[mceddie]

its good, i can see the emotion, and you have good ideas in there, but some of the rhymes seem forced, like the men in black one. i get the same thing, im so desperate to rhyme properly sometimes, and its noticebaly forced, so dont feel bad, but i think its important to just let the lyrics flow, come as they may in other words.