When I was born, I was alone,
but as I grew, I learned about you.
Growing up wasn't hard, I had plenty of toys,
and in my teen years, I had plenty of boys.
I worked really hard to put food on our table,
had a nice car, a house, and a TV with cable.
Life wasn't boring, I had things to do,
I even had friends, until I met you.
I made it to 30 without smoking crack,
oh how I wish, I could get those years back.
I learned to connive, steal, rob and lie.
I learned how to numb, just by getting high.
I sold my soul to the devil, then begged to be used,
then cried and complained when I was abused.
Crime wasn't the answer, time and again I would fail,
and it was prison that saved me, when I couldn't make bail.
The day's finally here, I sure hope that I'm ready,
to do all the right things to keep my life steady.
To stay clean and sober, I must leave them behind
have to put my husband and friends out of my mind.
I'll go back to school, and learn a new trade,
then find a job, where I can get paid.
One day at a time, I'll get my life back,
One day at a time, I won't smoke any crack.
I wanna grow old, not wither and die,
but that's what will happen if I keep getting high.
I know what to do, and how to stay free
and this time around, I'LL DO IT FOR ME! ! ! |