My story

Let me start from the beginning, it was like a rythem we started the first joints we blazed, copious quantities of cannabis from indica to hybrids and sativas got breathed
Chilling in my mates kitchen with a blender of weed, some nights we'd pop E's other times a little speed.
One year turned to two, drugs on the regular each week through and through, never understanding what demons we just gone and let loose, or how one of us was moving towards to the slip knot of a noose
Then came the night I remember so well, hearing a mate on the phone asking if there's any brown for sale, little he knew that's the nails in his coffin right there, as I'm listening with a grizzled look I almost fell off a chair
A week goes by, my mobile rings and he's saying yo mate meet me at mine, starts chatting on how he's been getting high, im getting again later if I'm up for a try, don't worry mate nobody gonna die, if you make sure not to use more than three days straight you'll be fine
The more and more we used the more morals we'd lose, shooting up veins till they black and blue, walking ten miles a day in some clapped out shoes
More and more it was never enough, them speedballs pushed quick they really make me blush, robbing money off people who hold your trust only to rush off quick to buy another to push
Time took it's toll and we just had enough, sick of the times without using and being hella rough, those times getting caught doing wrong Sat in the back of a car all trapped in cuffs.
My mate bless his soul, rode off to detox only to come out fully clean and fold, twenty two years old in the morgue all deceased and cold, we carried him in to the service with his name made out of marigolds, I'm shedding tears fast trying to act all bold thinking that's it now I'm breaking this bitch ass drug hold
Withdrawals were wicked, but for my dear brother I kicked It, lived seven years sober thinking all the time how I'd fixed shit, how wrong could I be, the body of a warrior only mentally inferior i relapsed bad, from riches to rags again with only bags of heroin and crack rocks as friends
Two rodeos later and I'm typing this, cramps in my whole body man im clenching these fists, waking up early hours tied in soaking sheets wondering if I'm cold with heat pondering if I pissed this deep, im shaking violently with a mind all in a twist, counting each second down to the end of this, and that blissful feeling that pink mist gives