On the come down I speak, 2 days without sleep.
48 hours one meal, and the hunger is too real.
What knowledge can you bring me, the hallucinated voices said,
Mind reading every word hidden in your heads.
I've done it all before the guilt of the future.
No matter the life for sure death will take ya.
One sip of the poison and good judgment is gone.
Acting bad, locked in, this echelon I'm on.
Lacking control of spiritual correction.
Struggling for wisdom, praying for protection.
Looking to the stars and never forgetting.
We're seeds from the dirt that the Spirit was blowed in.
From the Spirit we're sowed then.
Created by Victory so our enemies get no wins.
So easy to love, the feelings of buzzed binge.
Mind groggy, unbalanced, and completely off hinge.
So many mistakes I've made and to think that there all sins.
Seeking the love of the Creator and praying that we stay friends.
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