Vices

Bogged down in the trenches, I've been stepping all in mud

All I see is fog around, I've been blinded in a rut

And these vices got me stuck no wonder why I stay stagnant

Self control lacking while I watch this whole life happen

Sin is my addiction, friction killing my momentum

I stay struggling and hungry while my addiction getting fed up

But I've been fed up too, froze in time, froze in space

Vision get distorted when I smoke that purple haze

Sit my ass down, plug some programs in my brain

Project onto others all my personal disdain

Making people hurt just so they can feel my pain

I prefer to do that than healthily communicate