What I Truly Love

I'm trying my best to stay away from crystal but it's harder than telling a racist cop to holster their pistol I don't know what to do about this feeling I can't stop feening I wanna pop pills and snort multiple lines to be higher than the fucking ceiling so instead I smoke weed and picked up drinking I don't know what I was thinking alcohol isn't much better it'll just turn what feels like a sunny day into rainy weather not being able to always be fucked up makes me rather die because drugs are what I truly love.