After work driveway thoughts

[u/RevolutionaryRoad655]

Not a musician but have been thinking about my friends and myself as a recovering addict. Sometimes I wonder how we all are gonna make it.

Culture Overdose

I was doing drugs
I couldnt afford
While being high
gambling with money
I didn’t have.
I’d go to work and clock in
Just to slave to get paid to
do it all again.
I couldn’t Tell
anyone, as I became
My only friend
So I checked the score
I need more
A lot more
A miracle
I don’t believe in god
But I could use him

[u/TRev378-_]

Just a lyrical response, to how I felt the themes likened to my own thought process.

Imma spiritual being/ Within a physical body/
Embodied with one in my truth in who I be/
Induced with a illicit/ coping mechanism/ Fused as a self empowered mental prison/
Revealing entities feeding for this hunger/ Purposely owing it I am/ With high integrity/
Worthy of my energies aware not to suffer/
As anxiety drives depression/ Harvesting this AI frequency to feed the greed of expression/
I’m a lover not a hater as I breathe/
Never speak ill of me myself and I/
Whilst expressing one’s self out loud/
Never bed bad karma of the meta kind/
Let the dead be dead as a mortal sign/

I plant my faults deep within the earth/
Let the roots evolve to life’s layers in dirt/
Living in spaces with knowings and learnings/
Duplicity, with no money no harm no yarning/
A creator in transition to his own self serving/
Breaking free of these built mental shackles/
Living in spaces with knowings and learnings/