Life behind xanax bars;

Secrets buried in my backyard.

The boys and I;

Remain ready for tequila sunrise.

 

Fear not repentance.

Cannabis smoke is relentless.

Chopping up the guilt from my past.

Snorting it by the eighth & having a blast.

 

Alprazolam as a chaser;

Hospital departure with a pacemaker.

The truth is I’m a lost soul.

I negotiated my serenity for dope.

 

Slowly disintegrating till cremation.

Mouth foaming from intoxication.

From Los Angeles county to probation.

I’m always getting high, fuck hesitation.

 

I inhabit a world of disillusion.

I’m nodding off into an illusion.

Crossing class A B & C narcotics.

My Zodiac sign is ‘Addict’.

 

Sobriety isn’t in my vocabulary.

Resentment is the weight I carry.

Gravity is holding down my smiles.

As for my sanity, it’s been a while.