Im not gonna crack, but i miss the dope and rocks//

The coke and god, what i miss the most is pot//

Coped with stocks, now i stopped and standing free//

Im damned to be, the man i seen with grams for free//

He handed me, a line on a plate//

time of the day was nine and my mind got away//

My sinus’s ached, so i gained a closer habit//

Smokin crack with old folks, prevoking maddness//

Broke and half dead, but my mind was dead to me//

I steadily headed right for phettamines//

Everything i seen clear with crystal meth//

My pistols left, should i shoot myself or slit to death//

Enriched with breath i dropped the gun, stopped the pun//

God realized that im not the one//

I fought with drugs, to try to stop the pain in me//

my brain is clean, blaze up the weed occasionly//