This was inspired by a man I met on the street. He never gave me his name, but I don`t think I could forget him if I tried. Made me really think about shit.

24 bars, feel it . .

Hey brother, you dare to share some spare change,
with a man who`s simple life dangles and hangs . .
From a pipe, my north star light leads to long nights,
where the weak is 7 days, and only the strong fight . .
My rights have left me out of breath, with this one set,
of eyes, bloodshot, unable to cry for my own death . .
Sealed in a plastic bag, the ziploc top can`t stop,
me chopping the product, and giving in to the rock . .
Heart beats are hesitating, waiting for the second,
I recognize the pain, and refrain from half-stepping . .
My story`s filled with buzz kills, and every highlight,
starts with the flick of the flint, but ending my life . .
My mind state`s population is down in double digits,
everytime I hit it, a little bit of that shit`s pitted . .
In my gut, smoking and smoldering inside my soul,
resin coating my bones, I know I`ve grown old . .
I age each night, and each light eats my life,
beats my strife within itself for a minute, but I release the pipe . .
And the flood gates open, spirit broken again,
foes and friends, both coast along with no hope to lend . .
The sooner it ends, the sooner I no longer sin,
with a substance to sustain my brain from the pain I`m in . .
I wish my life was the pits, I`d be better off then,
life`s a coin toss, call it in the pipe, life or coffin . .

That`s wrd.