Been a minute since I knew what being sober is Predicting my future, I know that I'll be alone again If you think my head's my home, it is Getting chewed out daily, seeming emotionless Trying to fix some sh** inside me when it's broken is hopeless as seeing me buying foil, coping with dope again The words I'm writing hurt the paper and they broke the pen Crashing on the pink cloud couch where Homer lives Rappers go home disowned, I offer no condolences I talk to the mic as a trade for hope in a potion It opens holes in my throat as it goes in and overflows my subconsciousness No caution as it makes a home in it Making it out alive is my only focus, then floating into a realm of doors that I have yet to open Then I open one. Look at what home's become Feel like I'm making eye contact with an entity but notice none Speaking like I'll be the first person to quote the sun I'm the opposite of antidotes for d**, open up and swallow the substance I wallow in trust issues Walk a line of truth, I will follow and f** with you sh**'s been ice cold. The story that life told's been making me empty inside like hallowing up igloo's I find asylum in drug misuse I eat regret when there's love infused, but not otherwise