high again

Fliying high, sinking low. Cant steer clear, cant say no. I chase the shadows with my glare. I hollar to the voices that came from over there.  I think about running but cant remember how. Im high again and Im high now. I escape, relate and gotta figure shit out. So i do whats natural and relieve my doubt.  My mind tends to wander. I often ponder. I curse at the floor. And cant find the door. I crack it back,  as i eye my sack. Im a hustler, and love the grind. Im never lost, just sometimes hard to find. I dont like the slime,  and love organized crime. Fuck what you think, for you dont know. Stuck on yourself like the b on bro. I dont believe in jesus, but i believe in hell. For its the realm in which i dwell. Not really a choice, more like a hoist. Nothing plain, and lots of rain. There aint no sunshine when clouds are made. Paving the way, walking the lanes. High again and feeling sane. A sad existince, i think not. Just a loyal soldier to all I got. A free soul and a tormented mind. Living the dream and trying to find. Reasons to reason and  nothing to lose. Im that motherfucker who was born to use. I aint bragging, you all got me twisted. As if the majority could live how I was born to be enlisted. So Here I sit and this is it. High again , high as shit.