Running from these racing thoughts of mine but never quite crossing the finish line confined in my mind a prisoner of the past stuck behind these bars that are made of eyelash where there\'s a killing in every cell murdered by turpentine scented pine and a poisoned wishing well where the genie in the bottle\'s wishes failed i was taught that no amount of ale could keep me on track but after my train derailed was a hard learned fact and a bitch slap of truth every night i was smoking plants down to their roots cause chances were 9 out of 9 every night i was flying i was a low life having high times but i was someting like an addict with beats beating on my drums to be dramatic but no amount of music or narcotic abusing influence could help me escape the fact that i had a bad habit. 20 plus 1 drug abuser boozer that made me a 2 time loser im like this if you can portrait now bare with me i know i dont paint a picture perfect but visualize a pre pubesent pee wee on some poor shit no golden spoons no porsches no single rooms no forces cry me a river but thats just the way the water courses carving a corrupt little kid but thats just scratching the surface underneath this kids lid but thank god for a family\'s love cause even though i was flawed they still gave me hugs but that said in a broken home you can still feel real alone calling mom from dads phone rarely the other way around its funny how a childs smile could hold back the biggest frown especially with an abusive father who used to keep me grounded by that i mean he used to beat me to the ground my grandparents is where my corner stone was founded but after my gramps died i was dumbfound i was lost my foundation was rocked like i said i was grounded but i was pretty shocked the tower of babel fell and i was on the top.