Choices and Consequences

I refuse to stand on the side of the road with a sign

on a rope. Or work for food. God bless you with no sign

of hope. Stressed to the max. Eyes so red, my family think

I'm on dope. Blade in my back, heroin my med. Embracing pain from

both sides. Clipped the wings of a phoenix. Flame diminished every time that I

try to arise. Searching for a nine to five with no GED. You don't qualify.

Injections of suppressed depression and rejection bring life to my rhymes. Mixed breed and

many things. Ecstasies and stack of threes. A hard lesson, who wants to