The Verbal Surgeon Cries Of Addiction lyrics

now Here's a story to be told listen to my story as it lyrically unfolds line after line slowly gaining it's hold it chokes you and leaves your body stiff pale and cold this is the story of a man from around the way he kept to himself until he a met a girl one day they hit it off and everything went right he had a kid he had good intentions and did his best trying to stay positive but on the block all you see is pipes and needles you shoot up or get shot at the damage is equal you pick it up and your in it for life there's no way to change cause it's a soul sacrifice, it's a suicide for those blind who can not see how a fucking drug can change your destiny he picked it up and never thought about it twice and now he sits in a cell contemplating his life

If he could take back something tells me he would these were never his intentions he intended for good life was a struggle his way out was abusing the pipe watching the clouds fall from his mouth and fade away with the light never thinking about his son or the woman he loved because he found something he loved more and that was the drugs his mind became mislead and he was lost amongst the crowd climbing up a ladder he built but couldn't come down he started staying out at night only returning home if he needed money ignoring the child who was alone and the mother who had to struggle in this world by herself raising a kid is hard she could of used some help she cried herself to sleep at night cause there was nobody there she couldn't talk to her man because her man didn't care he was hurting more than himself and his feeble mind he was ruining a family right in front my eyes


Lockup was a place where he liked to hangout he was there from time to time throughout the years no doubt making friends in many places cause he was a good guy he got along with everyone he never needed to lie he was ruining his life with the decisions he makes and unfortunately he never learned from his mistakes he left his family cold and alone to fend on their own he thought about em everyday but the streets were his home once he got out of lockup he took the same fucking path ending back in the place in which he was stuck in last behind a steel gate that kept him contained inside I never went to visit him cause my feelings for him had died he wrote often I got of all his letters in the mail I never read em because they made me angrier than hell so here's to you dad this is my final letter to you I'm signing off now sincerely your son fuck you.