I feel like my brain is breaking down so quick. Everyday the struggles making me so sick. I don't know if I can cope with this shit. This is why I'm spun off that shit. This dope has got my brain breaking down. I'm losing everyone so quick. But it's okay at the end of the day I still have me myself and I. I'm constantly chasing this high. I know eventually the meth is going to take me out of this world. Most of the times I'm depressed then it turns into isolation. And I locked his fucking world out. Can't get this shit figured out. I got so many mental problems swirling around in my brain. This mainframe just got me spinning around so quick. I think I am getting ill. I'm broke I can't pay no doctor bill. I've made it 36 years on this Earth. I feel like I'm nothing that's what my worth has panned out to be. So it seems. And still I get up out of bed every day to fight this struggle. I feel like I'm running out of time. Maybe I should break this mental shit down into a rhyme. Running out of blunts. Running out of weed. I feel like my mind needs to be free. But mentally I got it locked up inside of this brain. Like it's a prison for the strange. So I know I can be deranged now I know I'm hella strange. I hit my knees and I look up I begin to pray. I just want to feel peace go to where my loved ones who are deceased chill at. Keeping an eye on me on this God forsaken Earth. I I've lost so many battles and I've won few. I look in the mirror and I begin to shed a tear. I'm not happy at what I see. I've thrown most of my life away. I know I'm struggling every day life's not all what it pans out to be. I feel like I still got lots of enemy. Oh it's okay Michael just hit the pipe again and there it goes the chase for that high all over again. now I'm back at square one. Stupid motherfuckers try to challenge me. I know my biggest demon is me. It's got grasp on me. I can't escape this mess I am in. Everyday these demons attack my brain. and it's hard for me to get a battle plan going today. I'm running and gunning and not gaining anything. But I'm still stuck in this game. just trying to figure out my brain. But I keep smoking to where I feel insane. Trying to cover up all the fucking pain. I don't know if I could win this battle again.
