This Is Me

I'm addicted to the love
I was addicted to the pain
Was addicted to the drugs
Till I unplugged it from my brain

Addiction to the highs
Made me a victim to the lows
Burned myself down to the ground
But from the ash I rose

Now I'm addicted to the stage, life's
A brand new page with blank lines
A craving for creating things and painting scenes in my mind

Not all of this reflects how I was raised
You'll never see growth if you stay in the shade

This is me down the road
Down the road from my past (2xs)
Driving in to the future
Now I know I won't crash
This is me down the road
Down the road from my past

Every day I wake up
Make some coffee and thank the lord
Grab my bag, lock the door
And hop in my accord

Working till my fingers hurt
Then go pick up my kids
15 years ago
I'd never guess that's how I'd live

They thought when Lily was born I would give up
That's silly, I've been doing dad stuff
You really think music is THAT tough?
I juggle it, but it's what I love

I struggle with it, when I pick up
My pencil then my baby wakes up
I never have time to complete stuff
I'm like a dead bee, I lost buzz

But what's a cat paw to a bear claw?
What's a Bat jaw to a shark jaw?
I'm eating Mcs even though it's been 8 seasons since I released a new track y'all

You're making up stories, I live mine
My metaphors boring? I don't mind
Was talking with Deuce
He reminded me "(Raine), in life there's no punchlines"

I grab my time card and I punch mine
You're pressing me, I guess it's crunch time
I'm writing the lyrics
That come from my spirit
And you eat it up like it's lunch time

It was my hiatus
Taking my time
While I'm taking my time off

Sorry to say it
If you're in my lane
Take the next exit off

Was a statistic to the jungle
Full of predators with guns
D-boys on their hustle
Fronting drugs out to the thugs

Addicted to the addicts
Throwing cash out for a buzz
I watched my pockets stack up
Sold the soul of who I was

Had my head in the clouds
Left level ground
Ran when I heard how the devil sound
Reached out for God
I needed to be found
He's a map for the lost
Cuz he routed me out

Was shaky as hell
Needed calming down
Told myself down the road l would get out
Passed every exit
Running out of gas
Finally broke down
I'm hitch hiking the rest of the way

There's nothing to say
So why do I need to explain
Life's a long road
There's plenty of chances to turn
If you're on the wrong way

There 7 billion opinions in the world
Not every one will be the same
Yet. we're wasting our lives
On a time line
Arguing trying to change

The minds of every opposing opinion we know
A digital grave

You're feeding in to the lies
You eat it and love it
You need to get bulimic
And throw it all up
Cuz you're medias puppets