2nd of September 2018

The 2nd of September 2018, approaching fifth decade and some things I have seen,
I've lived through some shit since I stumbled off track, and acquired a monkey I kept on my back,
His touch was narcotic all kisses and hugs, that kept me oblivious to a life hooked on drugs,
A life hooked on drugs spanned 3 decades and more, see it's all about the dough for the drugs that you score,
When it's all done and dusted nowhere left to run, as you stare down the barrel of a nine milly gun,
Playing Russian roulette with a gun to your head, pulled trigger, wrong chamber, bang bang and you're dead,
The 2nd of September  2018, ain't it about time you got yourself clean
Flush out your system of the gear and the rocks, you could do with at least six months booked into detox,
Get on  a program and get well again, put down your Crackpipe and pick up your pen,
Though old habits die hard wth a bleak aftermath, there's a strength in you that can slay all in your path,
All you do's keep believing (it's the power of the mind, if you look hard enough a solution you'll find,
Cause out there's your salvation you'll know what I mean, the 2nd of September 2018.
Well youve lived by the needle, the pipe and the knife, but today's the first day of the rest of your life 
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