druglife

There was a crackhead I knew who didn’t give a fuck about anything but chasing that white powder he gave up his life for that shit all like nothing for that last hit his son his wife his mother didn’t matter who he hurt to get another blast didn’t care about his dignity respect company or another as log as he got that blast he was in awe just one more hit one more bitch one more trick was all that mattered not his son growing up without a father or losing everything just for another blast that took him to a lifeless state where he loved to be to escape so sad cause in another life he was strong an prospered from everything he did if it wasn’t for that crack he would of had everything he needed but something in his wounded soul begged an pleaded for one more blast to bad he can’t find his way back to far gone to see if he loved himself he would have everything …..for you peace will