the expression inside of me is at a stand still feeling like life is through, i try to move about and fill my days with things to do, take my mind away from all the drugs and the friends with it i knew, seeking motivation through all this darkness, feeling like me and drugs should be apart less, its such a huge mess, how things have turned out for me, i must keep writing in order to feel free, inside me there lies alot of talents i have yet to unlock, making sounds with my mouth and call it a beat box, i used to have 2 cars but i crashed them alot, now i have to walk, kick rocks and get around this mental road block, follow the side walk full