….. home ain’t home anymore, my peace no more my peace, you damaged me and the drugs be making me feel better. At least I be dying to live, and no I won’t let you make me feel less of myself even though I have been less and I won’t let your words make me see my downtimes as something unusual, no there are rainy days in a man’s life, these are my rainy days which are necessary in the life of a man. I refuse to accept that sunny days won’t come after them rains, I’ve always been out here doing it by myself, here is me saying to myself, and yes I lost myself in this drugs I’d rather die in this drugs then die in your arms,