Yeah yeah

What your addiction?
Don't lie and say it's fiction.
What holds you with affliction?
Strangles you with eyes of conviction
What relieves the stress?
What eases you when depressed?
Is it drugs, gambling, or even sex?
What controls you when you're not the best?
Bad Momma with the TV on.
They don't know where she gone.
Staggers quietly around past dawn.
No key so she passes out on the lawn.
Her son sells her dope.
Thinks he's the last hope.
Can your vision cope?
Why you staring at the rope?
You know we're all in the pit
Stuck with the same bullshit
Government don't care about us one bit.
They depictions are the same ones I fit.
I wanna get out but no one will let me.
Wanna know why we're all crazy?