Recovery Straight to the point You need not know my business Just know that I need recovery By any means necessary My addiction is hereditary And too much of me is bad for my health Balled-up behind lies and fronts Waiting to let go Apprehending the moment To exhale this stale smoke My life behind alcohol & drugs Brings me trials & tribulations Stimulations & simulations help me get by I don't know why but now the toxins are piling up To the point where I shed chronic skin and bleed vodka Boxed-in, locked-up, chained to high-voltage furnaces With micro-shock cuffs ­ staring at shot cups My body has had enough! I'm waiting to throw up ­ but can't Swallowing hard each time the occasion arises With mean mugs and angry eyes I mad-dog enemies And I don't even bang! Draining all my resources Divorced from the forces that got me here So listen and feel me as I come to these meetings And put my heart on the table Unable to wait for my own autopsy Hello, my name is Beau And I'm addicted to me -Beau Johnson