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I never cared about my body for this is the temple where the drug abuse began;

I never cared about my family because it was then that I didn’t understand;

I never cared about my jewelry and clothes; for it was those possessions that I then sold;

I never cared about my house and that’s why it’s being foreclosed;

I never cared about my job because it was that that I couldn’t keep;

I never cared about my well-being for there were days that I didn’t sleep;

The drugs had me crazy…they had me feeling as though I were losing my mind;

I was a fiend, looking for a fiend, who knew a fiend until I got my high;

It took only one last time for me to realize that I was going to die;

As I lay there with a needle injected into my arm I began to ascend to the sky;

I thought it was the effects of the drugs that I had recently injected under my skin but it was God telling me that it was time for this nonsense to end;

It was then that I began to care and listen to what I was being told;

For the best thing God did for me that day was give me a second chance to deliver unto him my soul.