Venting

3am and I can't sleep tried to count sheep got bored by count of 3 I grab me some weed turn on the TV but nothing on seems appeasing to me I've been stressing Lord I need a blessing this money ain't adding up this maths off I'm feeling short change even thought of selling cocaine but that at me knowing what drugs did to my sister sheneik  I might get heat but a drug dealer just another predator praying on the weak sexually exploiting for a piece let's not front we hear the stories in the streets but I'll dive into that topic another time I inhale and exhale smoke rises staring in a daze as time passes ashes fall on the floor I keep telling myself I can't do this anymore now I understand why my dad kept drinking I'm just loudly thinking to myself it's hard to admit that I need help lost on the road but the gps  won't reroute never been the type to need clout maybe that's why my pockets is thin now maybe I need to adapt so I won't get left back if I could go back I would of did things differently so we wouldn't be living in misery I'm getting tired maybe I'll get sleep or stay up till the sun peak I'm just venting till my eyes get weak maybe I'll get some sleep 

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