A Massage Of Hope

I’ve been in your shoes

I’ve sat in your chair

I was a lost cause and did not have a prayer

I felt betrayal and the bitter taste of pain

I’ve had a .40 cal pressed up to my brain

I’ve woke up to empty bottles all over the ground

I’d drink whiskey on the daily praying I would drown

I’ve been the outcast A.K.A. the black sheep

I let anger turn into hate from every time I’d weep

I’ve robbed people and hurt people and did some jacked up stuff

I did it to feel good ’cause I thought it made me tough

I wanted a solution and I thought that it was dope

I was who you are, so I bring a message of hope