by Kirk T
Excuses we all make, but mostly excuses made on a regular basis by the author.
I make em. All the time. Here's just some.
I chain smoke so much im 24 gettin cancer,
I make excuses for it, prance around the real answer,
I break habits and make new ones to replace em,
A vicious cycle, just no heroin, just pill poppin,
I drink alone and write about stupid shit happpenin,
My pen conveys my cry of agony like a chopper poppin,
the pills aren't drugs cause their prescribed, ya know
the beers alone dont make me an alcoholic, we all know,
then i stare at xanax, wouldnt take it if it weren't for ronnie,
there ya go, there an excuse to use, lost ronnie so its ok to abuse,
fuck the rules, theres new rules, if its helpin u get by its ok to use,
what i say as i smoke another blunt, smoke just cause its there,
thats right sell drugs too not just use, but im different i care,
see i just do this because i need the extra pay cause o' an affair,
theres an excuse to not just use drugs but sell em too,
goin drinkin, we meet up, and i sell some weed to you,
wake up with a hangover and ask what the fuck did i do?
pop a vicodin, light a ciggarette, make a new excuse
so this is my relapse, my new reason for drug-abuse,
self-induced sleep and days in a 4x7 hot ass room,
if life is hell, whats there to lose, bring the doom,
cause i got an excuse for everything i do, do you?
cause i dont trust a man without a vice, would you?
we all got skeletons in our closet, things we do,
secrects we keep, only difference is i air mine out,
why? because i can't think of shit else to spit out,
so i just tell you my life, till i die and lie, and rot,
dont like it, dont read it, dont listen. make excuses.