Breaking The Habit
Beep.. beep.. beep... I Swing My Hand over and Hit the Alarm Clock
Look over.. And Move his Hand and his Arm Off.
Throw On The Clothes, as fast as I'm Able, take my socks of the floor
Grab the money on the table and walk out the door
Just to get more white like chalk on the board
Not realizing the effects for my life and pregnancy
and I become Numb, I try to fight it Heavily, This sightless penalty
Next thing you know I'm hooked to Oxygen, IV's On A stretcher
About 5 minutes Contraction Start, As If this Tim-ing couldn't get better
In The Midst of the thoughts that My baby and I won't make it this time
Through Prostitution, The Shit that I've Caught and Taking those Lines
I realize that if I some how make it, I'll get a job and maybe an Online education
A new Home, A good life for My Kid.. My God.. I know it's time for these changes
I've been trapped in this wall of hell, consuming my future
like I'm stuck in a gash behind Unmoveable Sutures
As I recognize my fate, and started my thought process: and Begun the Hoping
then I hear the Doctor: "We are going to have to cut her stomach Open"
Lights get dim, The doctor takes the surgical knife and creates an incision
My Merciful Life w/ the Break in my Vision
The Blood seeps Out, The Doctor: We May Save the Baby In Time without doubt
As My Own life begins to dim, and the Heart moniter line Straightens out
They Pull out the Uterus, And the Trapped NewBorn, gravitates in distance
And I realized, that I have to Adequate my living
But I left the Earth As I Got One Hand Out the Womb That Captivates my existance
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