The Same - Merkules

Look at my past and still a part of it’s haunting me

Probably because I’ll never be the man that I want to be

Honestly it’s been disheartening, it’s hard for me constantly

When I’m working on this album, I cannot let it bother me, I

Never wrote this for no metaphors or bars

That ain’t my message here at heart, I’m trying to tell you what’s been wrong

I’m so frustrated, I could put my head right through the wall

I take a piss and then this fan wants a selfie at the stall

He said he listens to my music and it helped him through withdrawals

First I judged him then I realized that’s selfish and it’s wrong

He told me he’s been smoking heroin, it’s scary to think

That one day you’re doing fine, and then you’re there on the brink

He doesn’t have a lot of friends and his parent’s just drink

They try to cope with him, no one notices there is a link

They’re both addicted to their vices even thought they’re not the same

It doesn’t change the fact that using both to cope with all the pain

His mamma’s prayin' for him every night, hopin' that he’ll change

And she’ll use it as an excuse to drink a forty every day

Like think about that for a second, how fucked up is it

That she’s mad that he’s fucked up but she get’s fucked up with him

He’s been sober for a like a week, said he’s focusing on his dreams

But it’s been hard for him, withdrawals keep poking at him

He just needs support and then he’ll see that there’s still hope for him,

just breathe

He said «Merk, I can’t believe that you just wrote this shit for me»

It’s real life

We’re all going through a couple of things

I’ve been drinking 'til I’m numb to be at one with the pain

Disappointed with myself, I must be insane

But the fucked up thing is that we all are the same

We’re all going through a couple of things

I’ve been drinking 'til I’m numb to be at one with the pain

Disappointed with myself, I must be insane

But the fucked up thing is that we all are the same

Now he’s anxious and he’s dope-sick, praying that he don’t slip

Hard to face all these emotions when he blatantly can’t focus

But he’s on his second week, starting to get some better sleep

The other day he even smiled, the results are bitter sweet

Every time you see him notice that he’s sober you can see

That he’s happy, but he’s nervous 'bout this person he could be

And his mamma’s there with him, she’s being there for her kid

But every time she leaves the room, she sneak away for a swig

'Cause she ain’t able to quit, and her DNA say’s to drink

But that’s not fair to him, he can’t see her wasted like this

Now he’s on his first month, man that’s thirty whole days

That he stayed away from heroin, I’m sure he feels great

He keeps asking 'bout his mom, their like «I'm sure she’s okay»

But they don’t know that she’s at home, drinking bourbon all day

He needs to turn a new page, he can’t believe that she just left him

On his way out, he saw them bring his mom in on a stretcher

What the fuck

We’re all going through a couple of things

I’ve been drinking 'til I’m numb to be at one with the pain

Disappointed with myself, I must be insane

But the fucked up thing is that we all are the same

We’re all going through a couple of things

I’ve been drinking 'til I’m numb to be at one with the pain

Disappointed with myself, I must be insane

But the fucked up thing is that we all are the same