the poison poppy from abroad has got me. its not me that likes the drugs, its my body. the tourists these days miss the sights ,and instead stop and see,the junkies that flood the sidewalks like zombies, using openly, i bet america didnt have this in mind of what it'd hoped to be . being broke dont even stop the pushers dope for me . the dope wins out a life does the way a light goes out wheres the love ? and i dont mean an extra pinch on top of the dope just sold to me ! $0.50 on the dollar dope trades for groceries. the re lapse turns me evil ones i love loathe for me. dope soothes the pain noddin chain-smoke til it hurts to breath. to know your just a junkie in the eyes of ones you look up to , theres nothing worse to be. fuck the corona this is the real disease certainly! it works if you work it , good for you it hasn't worked for me,your gonna go, go in peace,waste my back for a fix and nothing to show for it you would've thought i work for free.this isnt what i had in mind when i thought how it was to be free, but really im exhausted surrounded by too much hate ,have I turned back on ones who had hoped for me ? my paranoia isnt the lonely ,mistakes I made truly now make the joke on me, the world is cold , survival of the fittest,like always, somebody is gonna end up on top, i try with all my heart but I just am unable to stop, will it happen one day when I try to cop ,get deceived by ? because of the cops , will they run up next time i try to pop, till then continue fetching the drop ,shit here can be fucked for a country thats...