Swallowing large gulps hoping you'll find yourself as you peer at your reflection in that tall cup of gin, strong scent dangling within the air
You're barely there....
Sitting on the cold steel rocking back and forth. In a room filled with people but yet you still feel alone.They dip your finger in the black ink and roll it along the paper. Thinking to yourself stealing that car driving drunk wasn't even worth it. They tell you to look straight ahead and try not to blink, but as the big flash goes off you realize 
You're barely there...
Just took a hit of your fix, veins exploding and flashing with excitement. Perfectly placed, stretched out on the bus-stop bench. Hoping you'll get some sleep before being harassed by the American flag men. One eye open the other shut
You're barely there... 
Closing your eyes as you inhale into your lungs that green grass thinking as the smoke is exhaled your problems will diminish. That cloud of smoke will soon pass problems will still exist and you'll still be 
Barely there...
Weeks pass as you ponder where has your menstrual cycle run off to. You take a test and the symbol of God soon marks the spot. That text is sent and before you know it you're in the delivery room. No him by your side- your plan has failed
You're barely there...
Loud cries escape from your bedroom as you sit buried within your textbooks. More warm milk damps your skin as you take another break to feed her. Another night passing of no studying for finals
You're barely there...
Cold water beats upon your skin as you rinse your body of Sheila's lingering perfume. Your night was filled with pleasurable satisfaction but waking up to your wife is what delights you.
You're barely there...
Arguments constantly traveling around your home. Mommy throwing grandmas antique vases aiming at Daddy. Daddy hitting and beating on Mommy purposely bruising her skin. Within the days Daddy finally decides to leave, leaving you and Mommy
Barely there...
Your eyes hang low,dark black clouds surfacing at the bottom. Your time card growing stale from the numerous punches it has received. 9-5;11-7. Portraying Musiq's words "Work til you're tired, got to provide." Your family appreciates it but
You're barely there...
Continuously wiping away the tears that have graced your face. Mob of black packed in the small church, you sitting in the front row. 'Sorry for your loss, He was a wonderful man" they all say. But you don't hear a word 
You're barely there...

Lost in this world 
You're barely there
You're barely there 
You're barely there.