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