Tryin To Change Poem by James Harding
Tryin To Change
over a pack a day is gonna send me to my grave
workin but broke im the governments slave
chained to my addiction im fightin but still losin
i was raised on a joint and a cigg in the mornin
breakfast just wasn't in my families tradition
my fathers shoes are filled an that was my intention
now that im older an i can really pay attention
i realize he pointed me in the wrong direction
Remember this Jimmy? ? ? This is a great poem, , and even your Dad agrees, , spitting truth
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4/25/2024 2:43:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Jimmy you remember this one, , so good and spitting truth