Sitting in rehab bored as hell.
I ain't go lie it feels like jail.
Only difference is I ain't in a cell.
Thinking about what brought me here.
Oh, I know, I was tired of sheeding those tears.
Thinking about all those years.
I wasted on drinking and getting high.
Leaving my kids with my parents to raise, that shit hurts, i ain't go lie.
Late at night starring at the sky.
Asking the Lord, why lord, why, do I have to cry?
Knowing I'm not supposed to question him.
Especially living in this world of sin.
So I countinue on to pray and pray, as the days go by.
And ask the Lord to give me strength, so I won't cry.
WRITTEN BY LAMONICA JUSTINE CHARLES