pray

her psycologist ask why are you taking the worst drug

she smiles she shrugs

he ask do you know what ur doing to urself, miss

she say why the hell u care, sh** ur pissed

the doc says you have to go to rehabto get help

her heart is racing she lets out a short welp

her hand goes to her chest

she lays down, to rest

tears build in her eye

she's thinkin oh no i dont wanna die 

the lady says miss are u okay

she's thinking i dont wanna die today

she tries to get up to walk

she tries to make noise she cant even talk

The lady is confused doesn't know what to do

she wants to ask , to tell her to help you

shes on the floor unable to move

the ambulance come ask  whats wrong waiting for her to prove

im on drugs and now i wont ever see my family again

now she puts her hands together, start prayin

God i wanna see my boyfriend my brother my mom

she wants to take a breath of oxygen u need some

her eyes are heavy they are now closed and will not open

she is now in the hospital people standing around u hopin

u live to see another day, and have another day to live

there is a bump and a beep on that one flat line, they scream she's gonna live

her eyes open, a blurry vision of people of her family appear

in her eye there is a tear

but this one is not from pain

it's the thought that something comes from prayin

from that day on she never even touched drugs anymore

it didn't manner if she was rich or poor 

 it wasnt rehab that did the job

it was prayer and a lot of help from god