(37) Under The Influence IX.IX.MMXIX 6:05am

I’m so damn high, I’ve reached my dreams;
Come to find out I became another dope fiend.
I’m unconscious on this hospital bed feeling useless.
Pupils spiralled out ‘cause I’m really fucking reckless.

I’m lost in the stars, flying freely.
I consider myself a full time junkie.
The road I chose has infinite miles to walk;
LAPD harassing me, always trying to have a “talk”.

Life or death, enemy’s lurk before they stalk.
Fucking rookie attempted to lay my body in chalk.
My past has some crazy ass storylines;
They usually start like, “So… I was high..”

My life ain’t that hard to understand.
I lost just about everything to the drug life man.
Be on the lookout ‘cause I got red flags in my writing.
I’ll advise you to say your prayers before I start driving.

My father says, “Mijo, you really need to stop this.”
My response, “But dad, the adrenaline is quite bliss.”
Snorting coke is overwhelming, so I keep it on the low.
I really like popping pills bro, I don’t ever take it slow!

I remember collapsing sometime ago from an overdose.
Fentanyl attempted to acquire what’s left of my soul.
To think it all started when I smoked my first bowl.
I remember only being twelve years old.




On the streets ignoring everything I was told.
Living it up to the fullest before I got old.
My cards remain solid, never will I fold.
To this very day, my heart remains cold.

I ran out of fucks to give.
I make just enough money to “live”
I know I'm not easy to forgive.
The things I say & do cut deep like a prison shiv.

I’m a twelve year soldado of smoking dope.
I prefer intoxication over suicide by rope.
I feel a constant void inside when I’m not high.
Resentments shine gruesome by midnight.

I wake up every single day;
Ripping my bong before I go hustle for my pay.
I got a taste for illicit drugs, illegal habits.
Ion ever want to be sober ‘cause my life is quite hectic.

My life’s not ruined, so don’t cry me a river.
A few lines of cocaine & now I’m a sinner?
Fuck what you lames think, bitch I’m a winner.
A few lines won’t make my lifespan any thinner.

Leave your worries with me, homie.
Mr. Cannabis stays in the battlefield making money.
Something some of you bitter fools don’t have.
The rest of youse’ are stuck in the past.




Moving on, I’m sugarcoating my problems within.
Addicted to the money, why would I ever call in?
All things green tend to make this motherfucker grin.
My morals & integrity are running real thin.

I’m cross faded but not blind to the truth.
Consider me a veteran of substance abuse.
Twelve years in the making & ain’t nothing new.
I’m just now writing about my dope fiend blues.

Lord knows, I really need some help;
When I’m sober, I don’t feel like myself.
I’ve been trying to seek my way out of this hell;
While trying to avoid going back to Twin Towers jail.

These days, I try to stay sane but it's hard.
Just recently, I got hooked on ‘em xanax bars.
Knowing me, I always take it a bit too far.
Rapsheets & anxiety attacks from past scars.

Nevertheless, best believe I’m living my life.
Better take precautions ‘cause I’m really fucking high.
Like my lighter, my blissful personality will ignite.
I get lit day & night ‘till I lose my eyesight.

Never will I ever be able to stop.
Tooting pipes with my brother till my conscious drops.
This is my love letter to drugs.
P.S. It was all for fun.