(13) How It Goes 11.28.23 @ 8:13pm

Semi-automatic twelve gage;
Police pursuing me on this rampage.
Call it how you see it, I’m saying fuck it till I die;
It’s a thrill being on this dangerous ride.

It's after hours & I’m on the I-405
Pushing my speedometer to 145.
Adrenaline makes me feel so alive.
It’s an orgasmic kind of high.

No regards for any potential outcomes.
Recurring chest pain as I feel numb.
Still popping benzodiazepines by the round;
Blowing marijuana smoke by the pound.

I’m a California fiend & it’s tough.
I’m dying inside, death is close enough.
Toxins in my blood are skyrocketing.
Meanwhile, my dealer’s still pocketing.


Profited off me getting high.
From time to time, I’ve contemplated suicide.
I’ve failed in having my spirit fly.
I guess it’s not my time to take my life.

I’m constantly daydreaming for a better life.
Meanwhile I’m swerving on the freeway, high.
Roads are becoming increasingly narrow.
My head is nodding off into tomorrow.




I’m roaming blindly, not kindly
Not many see beyond the surface.
It’s neither hard nor easy;
I’m drunk as I write this, feeling queasy.

Lurking Figueroa St for a casual fuck.
Benjamin by my side, do I really need luck?
I loving making dough, I’m the man with the bread.
Now I’m riding off with a sinful grin, getting head.

I depart by sunrise.
Word to the wise;
Keep tunnel vision in your eyes.
Every man for himself, better realize.

I got vengeance on my mind.
I’m still smoking myself blind.
My normality consists of staying high.
I’m brutally honest, I rarely ever lie.

Time flies like it’s in a rush.
I attempt to slow mine down with OG kush.
 Reality won’t hesitate to give you the backhand.
Life is complicated to fully understand.

One thing I keep in mind.
There's always time to get up & grind.
There will always be hope, if you pursue it.
This is my life & this is how it goes.