I finally feel like I lost my mind, waking every morning trying to get by, looking at the clock time fly's by, looking at that packet, looking kinda fuller, need to sniff a slug man give some sugar, need a sit down, maybe just a hug or, maybe just to chat shit with my brother, looking back as kids life was way more fuller, living in the moment doing things we shouldn't of, now I'm sitting on my ass every day counting seconds, should of listened to my mum they weren't lectures they were lessons, could of done it different but I was rebelling, went from smoking up to to fucking selling, went from huffing lines to sitting crying, praying it's my time for laying and dying, weird where we come from as kids to how we grow, life was full of hope and now it's all slow, moving day by day, but is my life progressing? No.