Vices

My vices are kicking my ass
Yet I haven't hit the floor
I'm still fighting like holyfield
Yeah I'm missing an ear
But this fight is mines to win
Kissed Mary J Goodbye
Got the liquor under control
Hate to not see hose as often
My livers thank me though
These cancer sticks got me
By the throat and won't let go
Stacking money but still it's never enough
Am I just to greedy
Should I settle for eating when I want
No longer waiting for my next paycheck
When it rains I can get dominoes
No more ramen from the deep parts of the pantry
I had a dream snowflakes
Fall on my expired debit card
I was in a spaceship
Wearing a suit to cash my paycheck
I'm feeling like half man half amazing
Like hot sauce in the rucker
Other days like Samuel Jackson
Stealing his mother's tv
No blow in my system
Just a dying need to blow it all though

My vices are kicking my ass
I haven't hit the floor
I just bounced off the ropes
Trying to make a come back
In round six like Douglas buster

Live for one night and regret it
When I wake up
I'm happier now with a couple pennies saved
Don't missed blacked out nights
Random phone calls filled with emotions
Vomit covering my clothes
Text messages I don't remember sending
Giving no fucks when I go nuts
Walking up from a coma
Thanking God I didn't overdose on the sofa
Now I'm high off life
Laughing is rare but
The comedy is higher quality
My smile is genuine
My mind tighter then a boa constrictor
I got goals that I could meet
With a cup that will quench my thirst forever
I whole new outlook on life
A dream of a house and wife
A few kids and stories to
Share with my son
Let him know the vices can only
Hit you but can never knock you out