PTSD (Cryptic Wisdom Remix)

I remember when I was on the road and I was spending every cent I made to keep from going overboard

Pretending I was OK, alright, Oh and did I mention that I blew my  engine over for embroiders with a blessing

What a shame, everyday, nothing would ever really be the same

It was like one after the other can a brother do whatever just to get a break

I bought a vehicle off of the side of the road just to make it to the stage

10 hours away and they had no idea what I had been going through, what I would pray

How do I say to my crew that I'm not even paying we're staying in gritty hotels?

You deserve better than that and I wanted to give it to you but instead it was hell

Loathing myself, don't wanna fail but losing my class doesn't ring a bell

I needed more credit my debit was headed for deficit, fed up but you couldn't tell

I wasn't prepared for what this had done to me

Was getting me gassed up, my faith it was on empty

Went to the dark side, forgive me for my anger

Sorry to leave you hanging but I don't wanna talk about it anymore