[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
Breakin' this bad habit
Cigarettes and his gin
He slams the glass on the coffee table at breakfast end
Expecting you to call
You're food is getting cold
He made your plate the way your mama makes it when you're home
Not ashamed to tell his story to a friend of mine
Complained about the problems hes always kept inside
Aside from that hes got a daughter and son
Not too many supporter's pocket's so he's brought to the slum
Another dollar for the [?]
Put the change inside his car to get it on the road and find his way to home
Put the key inside the door to find his food up on the stove
He's never coming back so he packed a change of clothes
Didn't make the situation different i suppose
He's driving passed the place she used to manicure her toes
And then he learned his life would always take a different road
But soul inside his soul damn he can't let her go