Sitting in here shaking my head, asking myself why do I put myself through hell?
‘Cause the past four years it seems like I keep doing the same damn thing, waking up in a jail cell.
They say when you hit rock bottom you’ll know ’cause there’s no coming up ’till you’re ready.
Makes you wanna go back to when you was a kid, giving kisses and hugs before you went to your bed, left with nothing but your teddy.
Knowing this ain’t how I should be livin’, and I’m trying everyday to be the person I was made.
‘Cause as long as I wake up in these fuck ass jails, I ain’t doing nothing but watching my life slowly fade.