(5) Freestyle #5 Beyond Faded 02.26.2024 @ 11:53am

I’m high once again, sticky cannabis.

I rolled me a spliff, I smoked that shit.

Time for another line, I said rack up another line.

Not before I break the seal off this full pint.

Meanwhile I play criss cross with my prescriptions.

Not thinking of what will come from this decision.

I still hear the echos of cocaine calling out my name.

I miss the sudden send off sensation, being tamed.

Being lazer focused, everything’s right.

Feeling so worthy, I love this new high.

I don’t ever want to come down, till I die.

I’m a hopeless drug addict, why would I deny?

I’m so high, I can’t even contemplate.

Drunk out of my mind, filled with hate.

Loaded until I can no longer see straight.

Shoulders weak from excessive weight.

Burning away the stress with laced bowls.

Higher than God, that’s the fucken goal.

Smoking myself blind till I can’t see anymore.

My head’s spinning, I might just fall on the floor.

Here I sit, hitting my bong.

Listening to my old Wiz Khalifa songs.

Wondering what it is I’m doing with my life.

Will I ever get it together and stop getting high?

I’m racking up lost time and regret.

I need a cigarette, I just want to forget;

The pain and the misery I went through.

I just want to have a good time and heal too.