Diamondz Buried Under Drugz

Picture waking up.
To the sounds of a man baking a,
Pot full of something bubbling all the way to the top.
With ears innocent from anything that sounds like someone making drugs…
Witnessing your neighbor forcing down a line of cocaine just,
To get through the day…

Like,
“Fuck it!
I will share this pain.
No shame.
Here’s a hit of coke since you’re on your way to a grave!”
Didn’t matter if the man’s cancer was terminal.
Only thing that mattered in the moment was to silence all the cries getting to his head yelling,
“What is hurting you!”…

Knocks on the front door,
A man with his pharmicuticals.
Can’t keep awake from stealing all the pills he’s running through…
Old man dying faster and faster!
Eyes wide open to all the disaster!
But,
Can’t even move a muscle for a moment of laughter…

Me?
On the other hand?
Sick of it…
Tired of trying to solve this riddle in a ridiculous home in a basement,
Where the low lives embrace this,
Way of living through free-basing!
When all I want,
As a diamond in the rough,
Is to touch home base in,
A heaven I dream of often…

So,
I lost it!
“Fuck it,
I’m off this!”
Took their skeletons out of their closet to rot them,
Just how God wants him!
At least in my mind while I pack up a bag and…
Leave a hell I never thought I’d see…