It all started last week in my basement. Snortin meth with sum peagans. Goin thru so much white youd swear we were racist. Decide to get a lil hazy. Gram of purp thats gravy. Next thing i no im on a ship with the navy half way cross the great lakes on my way to asia. Wait that dont make sense. Fuk it pitstop in vegas, where i meet a chick i call marshall cuz she so shady. She jus chases me sayin take this take this, You cant taste this, lil white papers wit funny faces. Fine bitch jus quit beggin. Copped a strip plus six n ate it on a plane to the oasis to shoot up peyote till i go crazy. shoutin at shamans MY FUKIN SOUL HATES ME. Sleep it off till the sun of the nex day wakes me. What happened last nite. Thought it was my last nite. Or worse... dead trapped in the afterlife. Slurrin words i aint rappin right. Runnin backwards i aint actin right. Til i tripped over a bag in the savannah. Open it to a package of opanas, Wit a note only do half they do serious damage. Fuck that im a grown ass man i can manage To scrape five n snort till its vanished. Got a headache so i mixed it wit sum asprin N blew it till i was cold n abandoned. started doin backflips down the mountains in aspen. H a snow bank n hopped up wit a bottle of absinthe n smashed it so fast i might have imagined it. Thats it im done wit drugs kicked in the doors to rehab n spazzed on the first addict havin a relapse.. Hey i got a fuckin problem n i need to fukin solve it But every corner that i turn it jus keeps evolvin Went from alcoholic, slumped to huffin solvent N the higher that i get the further that im fallin Wit nothin at the bottom to get caught in but a coffin I wish that i could go back, never get involved in, All this fukin nonsense i thought that it b awesome To smoke a lil weed n huff a culple markers Now years down the road ive went n fukin lost it How come back wen i was trippin balls I couldnt get tossed a lil caution That if i picked this road n walked it It would turn my life to dog shit? Id rather spend my life in auchwitz Then wake anotha nite wit the problems that i harness I do allota drugs i wanna jus call quits but dont judge a book, quick to call me culprit How im spose to get clean wen im the fukin farmer Dont gotta dealer im my fukin market Shrooms in the tub, dimitris gettin frosted Im feelin for a dub exotic in the closet 20 different rolls n they all fukin rockin Pop a cuple till im full of joy like almonds Sum hours later got em all exhausted At the end of my link hangin by a sausage Mixin ups n downs my oxy concotion Take a cuple shots pop a seboxen Hang on tight shits bout to get bonkers See drugs will b the end of me its not a fukin option But before i leave this earth im makin yall a promise People make a difference ill change ur fukin coinscious. N if its meant to b its meant to b Thats what ive learned from tryptamine Entities enter me, release energy relentlessly N i leave this plane to join the bigger piece!
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