(16) Spiral Pupils 12.01.23 @12:38am

It’s been four months, abusing pure cocaine.

My mind’s lost in the clouds, blazing OG strains.

I’m speeding like I’m on a California highway.

Popping xanax, goddamn I’m fucked up today!

Cold streets & malicious grins.

Countless souls living in sin.

Peasants like yourself;

Will die indefinitely & burn in hell.

Rely on yourself, people are like pennies;

Meanwhile I sit here alone, sippin’ hennessy.

There’s not one soul I can trust in this world.

Thinking how they did me wrong, I’m about to hurl.

Stare into my pupils so I can compromise your vision.

Nobody will be there to save you from that collision.

You’re all alone under the cold misty rainfall.

It’s raining bullets, I’m getting ready to brawl.

Inhaling toxic chemicals, it’s dead silent.

I’m under the influence, I’m known to be violent.

I’m fuming, time to murder this pain with a syringe.

Dealing with Satan, I traded my soul for an endless drug binge.

Peace of mind sold for a quarter pound.

Snorting stimulants in an attempt to escape, I’m hell bound.

O’s stay blowing while our pupils spiral out of control.

Break it down, chop it up, now pack it in a bowl.

This is how we live & how we will die.

Packing bowls, chopping lines to get high.

I’d be lying if I said I don’t cry from time to time.

I’m just trying to numb the pain with these rhymes.