“Crying out God”Learning to chill,and trying to think,what i was doing with that 211 drink, Life passed me by,for every year, what i’d been,If if i didn’t dare,Barely corns good,totally to the sip,but don’t fall victim to it’s mighty grip,1 day without,is possible it seems,listening to your self,and the invisible screams,drowning in the cup,All by yourself,Singing dam i just can’t trust,that Dam Liquor shelf,As i understood it,i’d learn to drink,Little did i realize it changes how i think,Wanting without thought,and doing till It’s done,everything i bought,wasn’t meant for Fun..My dreams of being young,never came to be,out busy on the town,playing make believe.Too hip for some and how they didn’tRelate,they were having fun,as i was showing hate,Falling once again,off hells ground,took a shot to the brain,and i sure owned the crown,Sipping 211,I was set till the end,Couldn’t make it to heaven,So it’s Hell once again,it drove me to Beg,and desperately at that,falling off my legs and feeling like a rat. Turmoil ringing loud,even in my mind,not a dam bit proud,and keeping it inside.Finding out the reason,Why AA’s dont drink,They’re enjoying the season,and their perfume stink.Never holding a job,Being too important still,Drinking like a hog,Learning the grips of his will,I sat down to cry,Relief was to be lost,Thinking all the whileIt was his will that i sought,1 good meeting,was to be made,Since i was well beaten,and i wanted to relate..1 day was long,but the best thing is,I could belong,and forgiven for my sins,It took a while,For god works on his,He’ll make you smile,and he always forgives,The 1st pray was long,as I had alot to gain,I poured out strong,Started crying his name,So i tried it for a day,and made it in his name,Then i wanted to pray,and i knew its no game,God is good, so its said,Being understood,Is better than being dead,A week went by,Still felt the cryBut the truth be toldI didn’t want to die..Always remember aFew things please,* This too shall pass* Just not right now* To thyself be trueOGChefRob”Crying out God”Learning to chill,and trying to think,what i was doing with that 211 drink, Life passed me by,for every year, what i’d been,If if i didn’t dare,Barely corns good,totally to the sip,but don’t fall victim to it’s mighty grip,1 day without,is possible it seems,listening to your self,and the invisible screams,drowning in the cup,All by yourself,Singing dam i just can’t trust,that Dam Liquor shelf,As i understood it,i’d learn to drink,Little did i realize it changes how i think,Wanting without thought,and doing till It’s done,everything i bought,wasn’t meant for Fun..My dreams of being young,never came to be,out busy on the town,playing make believe.Too hip for some and how they didn’tRelate,they were having fun,as i was showing hate,Falling once again,off hells ground,took a shot to the brain,and i sure owned the crown,Sipping 211,I was set till the end,Couldn’t make it to heaven,So it’s Hell once again,it drove me to Beg,and desperately at that,falling off my legs and feeling like a rat. Turmoil ringing loud,even in my mind,not a dam bit proud,and keeping it inside.Finding out the reason,Why AA’s dont drink,They’re enjoying the season,and their perfume stink.Never holding a job,Being too important still,Drinking like a hog,Learning the grips of his will,I sat down to cry,Relief was to be lost,Thinking all the whileIt was his will that i sought,1 good meeting,was to be made,Since i was well beaten,and i wanted to relate..1 day was long,but the best thing is,I could belong,and forgiven for my sins,It took a while,For god works on his,He’ll make you smile,and he always forgives,The 1st pray was long,as I had alot to gain,I poured out strong,Started crying his name,So i tried it for a day,and made it in his name,Then i wanted to pray,and i knew its no game,God is good, so its said,Being understood,Is better than being dead,A week went by,Still felt the cryBut the truth be toldI didn’t want to die..Always remember aFew things please,* This too shall pass* Just not right now* To thyself be trueOGChefRob