Laborious rap

I am finding it difficult to dig through the years into my hazy youth. Putting this episode of my life down on paper is obliging me to relate to the struggles that would have otherwise lead to an early death. Yes, as odd as it may seem, the comfort I'd found in the carefree years was actually killing me. The horror of reality was the turning point that made me change paths and finally start living. You could say I was praising the wrong 'god'. Money and sex were the scapegoat that captivated my energy. Seeing as how both came easy —feel free to interpret that loosely— my soul was trapped: I was in dire need of a dickotomy!