Alcoholic.

as i sit back and reclude
and dig deep into my mind
i give some of my thought
because i only think in lines
one after another
but these lines you couldn't sniff
if you feel me, you're usin hands
if you smell me you took a wiff
so come wit me n take a hit
to my level you're just a blip
if you're used to rockin boats
get ready to rock a ship
we gone rock til it tips
and then we'll really be rollin
big or small numbers
i'm always in the middle like a colon
surround myself with time
if it's slippin or it's wasted
i suppose it is the music
cause every morning i gotta face it
if it was poison i would taste it
and i'm sure i'd probably like it
mental urges and temptations
i've no desire to fight it
so my style is free
because there's nothin holdin me back
drinkin til im sinkin
or until light fades to black
until i drown into a lap
i always clown and make em laugh
some have them on their shoulders
i got my devil under the cap.