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'd hoped to be .
being broke dont even stop the rush of dopamines.
dope wins out ,like a light a life goes out,
wheres the love ?
I sleep with the pipe and hit when I wake the way it goes for 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 til I nod over 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,
this isnt what i had in mind when i thought of how it was like to be free, but really im exhausted,
after all these later years ,no more tears .
all the drama's been all ever I've seen .
surrounded by too much hate ,
have I turned back on all the ones who had hoped and prayed for me ? my paranoia isnt the lonely , now all my mistakes I made,
truly now make the joke on me,
the world is cold ,
survival of the fittest,in the fight for the top only one winner.
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 the next time when I try to cop ,
get deceived by ,set up arrested
all because of the cops ,
will they run up next time i try to pop,
till then continue like was fetching a drop
shit here can be fucked for a...