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The first time I shot dope My mind bended Transcended This ******** existence I rose out of my skin And took a good look in side of myself I elevated I saw everything at once Evaporated And allowed myself to become nothingness The first time snorted speed I watched my entire life flash before my eyes And got bored I felt the vibrations and manipulations of every neurotransmitter in my brain Went literally insane Chasing rain drops Off of roof tops Because I believed I could fly Or at least that somebody would catch me The first time I smoked **** I got so lost in my own metaphysical thought That they had to send someone in after me My sticky fingers cradling a bowl like an infant As my cotton lined tongue spewed insightful nonsense about homelessness And they laughed at me Didn't they know I was changing the world? The first time I drank The warmth of whiskey cover my body like a blanket I felt safe in his arms And for the first time I could be someone other than myself Many keys can open the gateway to hell For years These friends of mine beat my body black and blue And I would crawl to them ****** and bruised Begging for more And to this day I still miss them I hear them calling to me Pulling me back into their game And a part of me Still wants to play
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
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The first time I shot dope My mind bended Transcended This ******** existence I rose out of my skin And took a good look in side of myself I elevated I saw everything at once Evaporated And allowed myself to become nothingness The first time snorted speed I watched my entire life flash before my eyes And got bored I felt the vibrations and manipulations of every neurotransmitter in my brain Went literally insane Chasing rain drops Off of roof tops Because I believed I could fly Or at least that somebody would catch me The first time I smoked **** I got so lost in my own metaphysical thought That they had to send someone in after me My sticky fingers cradling a bowl like an infant As my cotton lined tongue spewed insightful nonsense about homelessness And they laughed at me Didn't they know I was changing the world? The first time I drank The warmth of whiskey cover my body like a blanket I felt safe in his arms And for the first time I could be someone other than myself Many keys can open the gateway to hell For years These friends of mine beat my body black and blue And I would crawl to them ****** and bruised Begging for more And to this day I still miss them I hear them calling to me Pulling me back into their game And a part of me Still wants to play
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
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