strikes

it started off as bliss
just a hit or miss kiss
and now im dazed and confused
feeling lost and abused
used- mistreated and achin
wonderin when am i gonna awaken
from this dream-no nightmare
where i'm unaware and scared
give me a sign or a flare
a right direction to the correct affection
not this affliction, an unnecessary addiction
to pain and hurt
and wonderin what's my worth
cause i been lost since birth
feeling like waldo in a city of creeps
or a herd of sheep
all the same in the brain
no direction in their mind
with only a little time and still stuck in the grime
victims of crim, out of the gutta
and im the darkness in your huddle
the doubt in your mind from the media slime
cause now all i am is poison
a toxic waste to society
constantly questioning my sobriety
because it started off as bliss
a hit or miss kiss
and all i got is this
dysfunctional thought
of what we were and we're not
and i'm just wastin my breath tryin' to figure out the rest.