I need soul.
I need things that make me stronger on my way so.
Im this, and I'm that.
But I'm only everything that i wish to be known as.
A love-a-holic.
A work-a-holic.
A write-a-holic.
I love to love, i love my hustle, & I'm hooked on phonics.
I'm on it; I'm soul-sonic..
Im addicted,
Though that doesn't mean I'm restricted.
My life is however i depict it.
I enjoy trying to figure the reasons of my interests very much.
I hope i don't like it because you do,
Or because you don't.
I love being under the influence of my confusion..
Im addicted to how and what i tell myself are the meanings of the things i do.
And since I'm a sinner, my body's addicted to the things i wouldn't want to do.
I have a need to see through you like a window's view.
But i need to deal with it somehow.
Oh well..
Im an i-couldn't-care-less addict.
I need it if it makes me feel the static.
You-can't-influence-me-at-all addict.
The drugs in my nerves make me feel ecstatic.
I've had it.
Now I'm going to have some more.
With a sense of what weight is,
Im always heavy into everything.
If you join me, we can exercise our senses,
If you're into that type of thing.
It's not in my DNA,
But it's in the bloodstream of my thoughts;
These habits flow.
I can't resist.
I can't let go.
I need it now.
I need the soul.
Catch me if you can,
Let me know if you don't.
Let me go if you won't.
I already know it's a can't.
There's no helping myself..
They tried to make me go to rehab,
I just said no three times.
Who knows what their goal is..
I only know rhymes.


                                                                                         HOLIC.