Dear Unsealers,
My rhymes are about addiction
and how it inflicted pain and infliction
now I can no longer tell the difference
between fact or fiction
a whole world of indifference
I just lost interest
couldn’t be sufficient
But I can go out and get high
and die in a instant
or nothing to show
I lost my glow i had as a infant
for instance a stronger inner self
Is what I’m missing
steady building better intuition
My daughter needs daddy to be more sufficient
I can hold more significance
you seen me up close
and you seen me from a distance
you can do the most
and have a toast to my existence .