I'm growing a habit.. no one understands it.. rolling with acid ..
I yearn to breathe free..fuck it.. I'm croaking, I've had it ..
I'm knowing I'm stagnant.. I need high.. cuz the lows being savage ..
In the corner of the airport.. hoping they'll lose my emotional baggage ..
I've learned tunes, play the world's smallest violin since I turned loon..
Cloudy images of my future.. blackened and forever gone in a burnt spoon ..
The last dream of a crack fiend.. the damn world is finally past me..
I asked for one last high..and this time the white lady smacked me..