(10) Sobriety 09.09.2019 @ 5:50am

I’m cruising on a solo guilt trip.
Lonesome boulevard in my whip.
Homicidal hours for minimum wage.
My lair is in need of immediate sage.

Love is hopeless.
Childhood without bliss.
Gruesome details remain classified.
I’m igniting another high.

From a very young age.
I pursued substance abuse.
This youngin is clueless;
Oblivious to the consequences.

Cedars Sinai, I’m checked in.
Unconscious, reaper lurking within.
Overdosed, I had drawn my last breath;
I made it through, I’m blessed.

I can’t deny my love for marijuana;
You can’t find me ‘cause I’m lost in the mota.
When I’m not attempting suicide.
I’m crossing prescription pills for a high.

Driving recklessly while I’m real lit.
DUI in progress, just for kicks.
SMPD chasing me once again;
Resulting in a crash, R.I.P. pops caravan.




Three years of sobriety down the drain.
I threw it all away.
I relapsed from alcohol.
Inevitable, I was bound to fall.

Persistent cravings remain.
I have nobody but myself to blame.
I’m flying a first class ticket to hell.
I’m intoxicated on my flight as I dwell.

I was twelve years old.
I was warned, I was told.
I should’ve considered their advice.
I’m getting older now, trying to survive.

Countless years of prolonged abuse.
It’s how I sugarcoat my blues.
Same old shit, nothing’s new.
I’m vibing with a cold forty ounce brew.

I’m acquiring knowledge on this journey.
Sobriety is the mission for me.
I relapse from time to time.
Explaining my addictions through a rhyme.

I know I can’t be the only one.
I’m tired of getting high, I’m done.
Suicidal tendencies, ready to end my reality.
Is it just me? Am I not right mentally?




Will somebody please help me?
I’m on a neverending drug spree.
I’m high in the sky, avoiding sobriety.
I’m anxious to pull this trigger, bye Tony.

For privacy concerns, secrets remain hidden.
I get the urge to say, “Good Riddance!”
This engine may purposely backfire.
It’s saturday night & I’m only getting higher.

Liquor store run, 40oz hunting.
I need something to keep me floating.
Cruising into tomorrow’s hangover.
Tequila sunrise during my layover.

I'm aggressive when I'm on drugs.
I’m a frequent customer to these thugs.
My lines go beyond recreational use.
My limits go way past substance abuse.

My ride won’t go any faster.
I’m enabling a potential disaster.
Snorting powdered chemicals, toxic like lead.
My mind’s so gone, I feel close to my death.

I live everyday like it’s my last.
I’m on a mission to silence the past.
I’m racking up miles throughout my journey.
My final destination is sobriety.