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Artist: J. Cole
Album:  K.O.D.
Song:   Once an Addict (Interlude)
Typed by:, J. Cole

Right, right, right, right
(Something's got a hold on me)
Right, right, right, right

Sometimes I think pain is just a lack of understanding
If we could only understand it all, would we feel no pain?
God must feel no pain...
(Something's got a hold on me)
...Only joy
Does this mean even our suffering pleases him?

[J. Cole]
Lost in a cloud of marijuana
Young Carolina nigga, fish out of water
Step-daddy just had a daughter with another woman
Momma ain't recovered yet
Callin me at twelve at night, she drunk as fuck and I'm upset
'Cause why she always using me for crutch?
Growin up I used to always see her up
Late as shit, cigarette smoke and greatest hits from Marvin Gaye
She kill a whole bottle of some cheap chardonnay
I gotta leave this house 'cause part of me, dies when I see her like this
Too young to deal with pain
I'd rather run the streets than see her kill herself
So 'Ville became, my escape from a feeling I hate
Mama cursin me out, depression's such a villainous state
I used to, stay out later on purpose
Subconsciously I was nervous that if I came home early
then what would surface was, her inner demons
And then I'd have to end up seein my hero on ground zero
Tears flow while Al Green blow, "Love and Happiness"
I wish that I could say the right words to cheer her up
I wish her son's love was enough
I tell her, "Momma, go to sleep," she tell me "Boy, hush
 You better pray to God you never get your heart crushed"
I shake my head in frustration
Head to my room and I can still hear the tunes with my door shut
Fuck it though, a couple more months I'll be gone
Off to college and dorms
Foolin myself, thinkin problems are gone
But now it's one AM and my momma dialin my phone
I know she intoxicated and soon this high that I'm on comes, crashin down
She lit, talkin drunk shit, I'm pissed
But I'm still all ears like Basset Hounds
Thinkin to myself, "Maybe my momma need help
Don't she got work in the morning? Why she do this to herself?
Hate how she slurrin her words, soundin so fuckin absurd
This ain't the woman I know, why I just sit and observe?
Why don't I say how I feel? When I do, she's defensive for real
Well maybe things get better with time, I heard it heals"
Little did I know how deep her sadness would go
Lookin' back, I wish I woulda did mo' instead of runnin

Something's got a hold on me
I can't let go
Out of fear I won't be free
Something's got a hold on me
I can't let go
Out of fear I won't be— (NO!)
Something's got a hold on me
I can't let it go...

Life can bring much pain
There are many ways to deal with this pain...
Choose wisely