floatingaround
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jul 15, 2012
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- 598
This time last year
Was nasty as fuck
Plastered the devil in my mind till he reveled from behind
Let him dwell all over time while my living hell was getting dire
The situation was drugs no place or no job
I'd jump the trains no ticket stay within my brain then get on
I feel them days are all gone, mistakes I served but saved myself from fate no satan no god
If I could just say, one thing to lighten my day
I'd say my life is now great, at heights no sights could have made
At times it's hard to understand all the good that you have
Till you've faced the good and the bad, the crook and the grand
And I'm one for growing pot so I'm not needing to buy
From the streets the benefits reek heavy easy as pie
I'm eating plenty when I'm bent reaching for meds for my eyes
There really red I guess the reefer beat my head now I'm high
Im Not sleeping to great when I've not lite a light
No pot in my pipe, no key no chance to sleep so easy locked in a fight
Insomnia has always been a demon to me
When I was beaming off speed,
I was eating on x'z, so much withdrawal was never far off either creeping in dreams
till it got to far my dreaming had me thinking it's all real
paranoid psychosis thinking was flawed still
Back in the day, wed rap to our mates, strung out on shabs in the day
Play back the madness and it will happen again
And I was always fucking up thru fucking Xanax withdraws
Abuse the shit each day then lose it cus it happens ofcourse
3 times for me another planet I'm gone
3 stacks of P had me hanging for more
but over 3 days I'd see it had me changing in all
ways distorted my brain, but the game was levels above,
I ain't touched anything else better since my devilish run
and I'm 10 months sober but I'm feeling the devil will come
because my cravings won't ever leave and that's the mental I got
I'm past the days of eating drugs in order to get fucked
Every afternoon I'd finish my shift and then get buzzed
Started with weed and pills, then the acid was next up
6 months went by in weeks, after popping 2 dozens Vs
Thought to buy what we thought was a few bars of x'z
dosed the lot then quickly found out they were anti-d's
Seroquel zombie at work, actually went in looking a ghost with anti-freeze on my shirt
Spewing my guts up till I had to leave
My boss was onto me like I had stash in jeans
I got home later that day sat down with my pot
Smoked 2 bowls then passed out layed out in the spot
Woke up and forgot all the events that had happend before
So I thought to ask my work mate so I gave him a call
He said I came in looking shit, pale and all
I told him thanks because my memory couldnt fathom before
I used to dose acid on work nights and love the shit
If I was hungry I'd just dump 6 little carboard bits
Then start charging before the psych would make me delirious
Like pills I was laughing hard then it all became serious
I was really in it
Solo trip each weekend easily eating me two hits
Easily reaching ego loss look in the mirror so high I'm like "whose this?"
6 months flys my mood shifts, excuses and use things
Abusing it stupidly thru that clear tube with a new fit
Anxiety hell, heading towards it now with all these drugs that I sell
It only became worse when the scripts were stolen
Write out prescriptions for xanax, bottles of 50, sold em
Xanax was making me money and so were the tabs
Not long after started growing showing em all were it's at
Withdrawal had me cracked, feeling withdrawn and overwhelmed
No sleeping no eating, and my dreams where over-hell
And that's the demon that's in me
3 times I dwelled, 3 times I fell
Each time I'd tell myself I wouldn't use it again
But abuse soon quickly crept and I'd be using again
It's been a good while since I've had any bars, any Ket, any shard
No acid either, same with shrooms and I'm not using no cocaine
But hit the nod long ago when I roped up for that dope man
I'm smoking jays not often and I'm thinking it's ok
But my lungs are screaming 'cunt get off the bongs your a joke mate!'
Was nasty as fuck
Plastered the devil in my mind till he reveled from behind
Let him dwell all over time while my living hell was getting dire
The situation was drugs no place or no job
I'd jump the trains no ticket stay within my brain then get on
I feel them days are all gone, mistakes I served but saved myself from fate no satan no god
If I could just say, one thing to lighten my day
I'd say my life is now great, at heights no sights could have made
At times it's hard to understand all the good that you have
Till you've faced the good and the bad, the crook and the grand
And I'm one for growing pot so I'm not needing to buy
From the streets the benefits reek heavy easy as pie
I'm eating plenty when I'm bent reaching for meds for my eyes
There really red I guess the reefer beat my head now I'm high
Im Not sleeping to great when I've not lite a light
No pot in my pipe, no key no chance to sleep so easy locked in a fight
Insomnia has always been a demon to me
When I was beaming off speed,
I was eating on x'z, so much withdrawal was never far off either creeping in dreams
till it got to far my dreaming had me thinking it's all real
paranoid psychosis thinking was flawed still
Back in the day, wed rap to our mates, strung out on shabs in the day
Play back the madness and it will happen again
And I was always fucking up thru fucking Xanax withdraws
Abuse the shit each day then lose it cus it happens ofcourse
3 times for me another planet I'm gone
3 stacks of P had me hanging for more
but over 3 days I'd see it had me changing in all
ways distorted my brain, but the game was levels above,
I ain't touched anything else better since my devilish run
and I'm 10 months sober but I'm feeling the devil will come
because my cravings won't ever leave and that's the mental I got
I'm past the days of eating drugs in order to get fucked
Every afternoon I'd finish my shift and then get buzzed
Started with weed and pills, then the acid was next up
6 months went by in weeks, after popping 2 dozens Vs
Thought to buy what we thought was a few bars of x'z
dosed the lot then quickly found out they were anti-d's
Seroquel zombie at work, actually went in looking a ghost with anti-freeze on my shirt
Spewing my guts up till I had to leave
My boss was onto me like I had stash in jeans
I got home later that day sat down with my pot
Smoked 2 bowls then passed out layed out in the spot
Woke up and forgot all the events that had happend before
So I thought to ask my work mate so I gave him a call
He said I came in looking shit, pale and all
I told him thanks because my memory couldnt fathom before
I used to dose acid on work nights and love the shit
If I was hungry I'd just dump 6 little carboard bits
Then start charging before the psych would make me delirious
Like pills I was laughing hard then it all became serious
I was really in it
Solo trip each weekend easily eating me two hits
Easily reaching ego loss look in the mirror so high I'm like "whose this?"
6 months flys my mood shifts, excuses and use things
Abusing it stupidly thru that clear tube with a new fit
Anxiety hell, heading towards it now with all these drugs that I sell
It only became worse when the scripts were stolen
Write out prescriptions for xanax, bottles of 50, sold em
Xanax was making me money and so were the tabs
Not long after started growing showing em all were it's at
Withdrawal had me cracked, feeling withdrawn and overwhelmed
No sleeping no eating, and my dreams where over-hell
And that's the demon that's in me
3 times I dwelled, 3 times I fell
Each time I'd tell myself I wouldn't use it again
But abuse soon quickly crept and I'd be using again
It's been a good while since I've had any bars, any Ket, any shard
No acid either, same with shrooms and I'm not using no cocaine
But hit the nod long ago when I roped up for that dope man
I'm smoking jays not often and I'm thinking it's ok
But my lungs are screaming 'cunt get off the bongs your a joke mate!'