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Druggy Dream

OD to dose after dose

white powder all over clothes

a druggy dream

dying in your sleep but you cant scream

so many drugs that pollute the scene

have to keep coming for the everyday fiend 

the drug game is mean

to be seen or unseen if you are seen

better have your sun screen

it's going to get hot 

more hot than a building collapsing on fire ready or not

more hot than a blown up spot

like a teen with a straw in his nose

and a shot gun in his mouth ready and cocked

my brain is overstocked 

like our grocery stores are overstocked "were hungry"

I have a bloody thought 

of a shot up Tupac

that would not talk 

just moan "west coast"

turn off the power to my cell phone 

my eyes change color people call me two tone 

am I really blown why

because I am gone. -TA

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