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The Cost of One
One sip, one swig One syringe, one rig One shard, one bowl One trip, one roll One premo, one dipped One pill, one script One blunt, one toke One needle, one poke One line, one rail One more stint in jail One family, one heart All being ripped apart
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Set Free
Dope controlled my mind and had me possessed I once was burdened then He gave me rest I once was vulnerable but now I’m secure I once had a sickness but He was the cure I once was captive and Satan held the key ‘Til I asked my King and He pardoned me I once was crippled but now I can walk He’s in the business of miracles and that is real talk I once was lost but now I am found His grace is sufficient, His love profound I once was blind but now I can see Drugs had me bound but Jesus set me free
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I Am That Addict pt. 2
I am that addict who’s almost four years sober and clean I am that addict who used to be violent and mean I am that addict who now leads an honest life I am that addict who was blessed with a God fearing wife I am that addict who goes to work everyday I am that addict who wakes every morning to pray I am that addict who’s hard times made me much wiser I am that addict who worked his butt off to become a supervisor I am that addict who would bum rides to work and get stuck I am that addict who now has a gas…
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There Is No Place Like Dope
I call it the land of Oz because there is no place like dope It’s the voice behind the curtain and such a slippery slope It’s the false sense of courage when you’ve lived a life of fears It’s the wicked witch’s lies infiltrating your ears It’s a way to cope with problems when your insides feel so numb It’s the oil for your joints when you’re lazy and feel like a bum It’s the field of poppy flowers that make you dance and leap It’s a false sense of hope that’ll put you straight to sleep It’s a false sense of wits and you think you’re using your…
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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…
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My Past, My Prison
My past was a prison that only He held the key I wanted to do it my own way so He could not set me free It was a pipe and a needle which made up the bars to my cell I was chained down by dope and could not escape that hell I turned down true freedom for a temporary feel ‘Till my life fell into shambles which made me want to kneel With a barrel to my brain and a finger on the trigger He said, please hold off dear son my plans for you are bigger I know you’ve lived in misery and in the mire and in the mud But I put a…
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Make Your Own Fate
Never go back to what would kill you and have no remorse It’s not that difficult, do the next right thing and stay the course I know that when you’re doing drugs, your mind is cloudy and seems there’s no other way But I’m here to show you different if you listen to what I have to say See, I too couldn’t handle life without a buzz Now, I wanna help people get through this and I do it just because See, I’m still tempted daily and the temptations’s very great But I know Satan’s trying to kill me for this, he cannot wait So you too can ask God…
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Blind
I’ve lived so long under the wind from Satan’s wings That I’d gotten comfort in the torment and misery that it brings His every breath exhales fire and smoke And I would inhale his death with my every toke This poison entered by body at my own demand Until I got sick of it and reached out for God’s hand Now as appreciation for what God’s done for me I will spread His word and show that the blind can once again see
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Daddy
Daddy, please don’t go out and get drunk tonight ‘Cause I HATE when you and mommy scream and fight Daddy, please don’t hit mommy and throw her against the wall I’m trying to stop you but I’m only four feet tall Daddy, I’m screaming and crying does that matter to you at all I’m only six, I can’t stop you so the police get the call Daddy, I love you but its hard for me not to hate you Why don’t you love us enough to quit the drugs and alcohol too But my Heavenly Father never left me in all this I’ve gone through And I learned that His…
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Valentine’s Day Massacre of My Broken Back
I can’t believe its already been 11 years Since I woke up from lower back surgery in agony and tears See they put me to sleep and under the surgeon’s knife Not knowing it would drastically change the next eight years of my life I woke up with screws, cages, rods, staples and all kinds of permanent hardware And for the next few months of my life, learning to walk again and using a wheelchair Then getting hooked on Methadone, Xanax, Oxycontin, Soma, Fentanyl, Demerol and Morphine Its a miracle I can walk again, be a roughneck and be almost a year sober and clean
