27-3-2025 Simmer For A While

The spliff got the room spinning, Rewriting lines, Reusing rhymes, Connections are my artistic vision. Weed got my head splitting, Sicker than a dead mind, Thinking about how ima die, Fitting. Hitting joints then making bad decisions, Meant to set money aside, Meant to save up a decent line, But drugs are edging on bad business. Meant to keep the cheddar as mine, But elsewhere’s pockets keep getting thicker, Lighter pockets line my pants, As my lighter in the wind flickers. I’m geeking for the gold, I’m feeling my ego get bigger. Drugs heaping on my soul, Never felt so old but now my age really simmers. I feel my plugs leeching off my soul, I’m stuck in a hole and the light leaking through keeps getting dimmer. Dream of my death, Dreams or nightmares, Regardless they’re getting grimmer. I’m losing vision of my goals, My sleep keeps getting quicker, I wake up in a different abode at every days beginning, I wonder where to go next time, I wonder where I’ll go.