Jean Grae – My Story

Then you wake up in another room with plenty others
They call it recovery; you’re thinkin’ we ain’t mothers

And then prescription pills, written a ‘scrip with chills
An understatement, you’re dressed but you’re naked still
And your brain won’t think straight…’

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