Addictions of the Clean
I was feeling like a monster from
Tragedies that I've seen until
I made plan in my life
To finally come clean
These are my confessions
Of a life I once lived because
I was addicted even when
I was a kid
I was the target of hostility
A product of demise
With pain on my shoulders
I fought to just stay alive
Addictions of the clean
When nothing can pull me back
To that life I once lived
The future is not my past
See purpose in my life
A message for yours, too
Futures are not the past
For those who hope in the new
My dad didn't get me
And momma didn't care to
Know that at the age of
Fourteen their girl was already Grown
I was puffin' and sippin' to have
A place to sleep, but by the age
Of sixteen addictions were
Blamed on me
Reality set in my life without any pause
When I saw death for my first time, and
I knew the cause
Addictions of the clean
When nothing can pull me back
To that life I once lived
The future is not my past
See purpose in my life
A message for yours, too
Futures are not the past
For those who hope in the new
I was a doctor of the streets
A product of my environment
Intolerable to fallacies
You know I said what I meant
Grown pockets with grown time
Are what I achieved
You couldn't formulate in a month
What I made in a week
(I'm way too humble for this)
Tragedies that I've seen until
I made plan in my life
To finally come clean
These are my confessions
Of a life I once lived because
I was addicted even when
I was a kid
I was the target of hostility
A product of demise
With pain on my shoulders
I fought to just stay alive
Addictions of the clean
When nothing can pull me back
To that life I once lived
The future is not my past
See purpose in my life
A message for yours, too
Futures are not the past
For those who hope in the new
My dad didn't get me
And momma didn't care to
Know that at the age of
Fourteen their girl was already Grown
I was puffin' and sippin' to have
A place to sleep, but by the age
Of sixteen addictions were
Blamed on me
Reality set in my life without any pause
When I saw death for my first time, and
I knew the cause
Addictions of the clean
When nothing can pull me back
To that life I once lived
The future is not my past
See purpose in my life
A message for yours, too
Futures are not the past
For those who hope in the new
I was a doctor of the streets
A product of my environment
Intolerable to fallacies
You know I said what I meant
Grown pockets with grown time
Are what I achieved
You couldn't formulate in a month
What I made in a week
(I'm way too humble for this)
Credits
Writer(s): Nicole Bowe
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