An early grave

I don’t know who I am when you life the away the cloud that’s been choking me down my whole life,
Full of smoke from the bong and smoke from that ice pipe full of depression self doubt to make it worse all these pills in my mouth,
Plus these shackles on my ankles the system don’t want to see me prevail they want to see me fail.
All this s**t has got me going crazy and the thought of being sober is more then scary, but unless I can change I can see the outcome clear as day,
My name on an early grave or my name replaced my numbers, my son looking through glass just to see his mother.