Aug 2020
This goes out to my favourite aunty, I love you, and I hope you don’t get upset that I’m going to talk about you taking lots of pills.
I just want you to know that you matter to me, and I don’t hate you, it’s just I don’t like what the drugs have done to you.
So without further delay, here we go.
Yeah, aunty and me had so many good times through the years,
But when you got hooked on pills, you changed and it puts me to tears.
You're so strong and powerful, but now you forget things, and you wobble when you walk.
I know you’ve heard it all before but it hurts me to see you struggling to walk.
Always be giving me money, even if I don’t want or need it, but you say I’m a growing boy and that I should keep it.
Got me hooked to creamers, that day we were at a bus stop on the north side, got so many ***** looks because it was in a brown paper bag that we gleefully drank and didn’t attempt to hide.
People always wonder why I don’t do drugs or have a problem with it, so I tell em that I seen the horrible effects it has put on my family and that I will never roll with it.
Plus I hate the smell of smokes or ****, ever since I was born man, I knew it was something that I didn’t want or need.
Coping mechanisms, drowning down reality in toilet, life is hard man.
I don’t judge anyone that turns to drugs as a safety net.
I’m just saying that it will hurt you and your family if continue doing it.
You might end up in jail, get your kids taken away, or end up in the grave when you choose to give into it.
Addictions are hard to fight, and get out of...
You can even start to forget about what really matters,
As you are so selfish or desperate to get your fix,
Not caring how many snakes you battle or how much you have to climb those ladders.
Popping pills, rolling up, drinking till you pass out, why do addictions have to be so deceptively beautiful?
But end up so disastrous that you’ll end up in an endless cycle that you may never get out.
Society does not help either, they say it’s ok and good to get high; to sleep with whatever or whoever.
With the lie's that say "it’ll never happen to you",
"You’re invincible,"
"Just enjoy that moment, that everlasting high."
"Drink and party, buy that brand new Ferrari with your credit card, you don’t have to pay right now."
Spending until you can never pay it back, wondering how you ended up in debt and what to do now.
Ancestors died for freedom, we dying for peace and momentary happiness.
Not knowing how to adult or deal with you’re endless depression and sadness.
Plus the Government won’t help you,
Invisible hand is an imaginary deserter,
Watching as you slowly push away your friends and family away for that high.
Not everyone grows up in the best of situations,
But that doesn’t mean you can’t try to make yourself live in a better situation.
It’s your life, your choices, your consequences, and I should know because I had to deal with my selfless ideas and their enviable consequences.
My auntie’s, uncles and my dad’s mom died when they were young, and their dad was in jail.
They had to find food and shelter to survive, and I bet that was a hard thing to do when your so young.
Not surprising though, being that the residential schools did a number on native people.
Which left the next generation not knowing how to be real authentic loving people.
I will never know that kind of struggle,
But I know that we start that change by working on ourselves,
Before we can try to heal the next generation.
Instead of sulking in what has transpired in the past.
We must move forward.
We must do something about it, so that it can be better.
Idle no more, speaking out, becoming a person, intergrading with other cultures again.
That’s how you can stand out.
Nothing will change if don’t do anything to change it.
Know your worth, and believe that you're worth it.
Don’t become just another stereotype or statistic!
Strive to be more than what others think;
Nothing is impossible as long as you stay optimistic.
I just want you to know that you matter to me, and I don’t hate you, it’s just I don’t like what the drugs have done to you.
So without further delay, here we go.
Yeah, aunty and me had so many good times through the years,
But when you got hooked on pills, you changed and it puts me to tears.
You're so strong and powerful, but now you forget things, and you wobble when you walk.
I know you’ve heard it all before but it hurts me to see you struggling to walk.
Always be giving me money, even if I don’t want or need it, but you say I’m a growing boy and that I should keep it.
Got me hooked to creamers, that day we were at a bus stop on the north side, got so many ***** looks because it was in a brown paper bag that we gleefully drank and didn’t attempt to hide.
People always wonder why I don’t do drugs or have a problem with it, so I tell em that I seen the horrible effects it has put on my family and that I will never roll with it.
Plus I hate the smell of smokes or ****, ever since I was born man, I knew it was something that I didn’t want or need.
Coping mechanisms, drowning down reality in toilet, life is hard man.
I don’t judge anyone that turns to drugs as a safety net.
I’m just saying that it will hurt you and your family if continue doing it.
You might end up in jail, get your kids taken away, or end up in the grave when you choose to give into it.
Addictions are hard to fight, and get out of...
You can even start to forget about what really matters,
As you are so selfish or desperate to get your fix,
Not caring how many snakes you battle or how much you have to climb those ladders.
Popping pills, rolling up, drinking till you pass out, why do addictions have to be so deceptively beautiful?
But end up so disastrous that you’ll end up in an endless cycle that you may never get out.
Society does not help either, they say it’s ok and good to get high; to sleep with whatever or whoever.
With the lie's that say "it’ll never happen to you",
"You’re invincible,"
"Just enjoy that moment, that everlasting high."
"Drink and party, buy that brand new Ferrari with your credit card, you don’t have to pay right now."
Spending until you can never pay it back, wondering how you ended up in debt and what to do now.
Ancestors died for freedom, we dying for peace and momentary happiness.
Not knowing how to adult or deal with you’re endless depression and sadness.
Plus the Government won’t help you,
Invisible hand is an imaginary deserter,
Watching as you slowly push away your friends and family away for that high.
Not everyone grows up in the best of situations,
But that doesn’t mean you can’t try to make yourself live in a better situation.
It’s your life, your choices, your consequences, and I should know because I had to deal with my selfless ideas and their enviable consequences.
My auntie’s, uncles and my dad’s mom died when they were young, and their dad was in jail.
They had to find food and shelter to survive, and I bet that was a hard thing to do when your so young.
Not surprising though, being that the residential schools did a number on native people.
Which left the next generation not knowing how to be real authentic loving people.
I will never know that kind of struggle,
But I know that we start that change by working on ourselves,
Before we can try to heal the next generation.
Instead of sulking in what has transpired in the past.
We must move forward.
We must do something about it, so that it can be better.
Idle no more, speaking out, becoming a person, intergrading with other cultures again.
That’s how you can stand out.
Nothing will change if don’t do anything to change it.
Know your worth, and believe that you're worth it.
Don’t become just another stereotype or statistic!
Strive to be more than what others think;
Nothing is impossible as long as you stay optimistic.
