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Topic: Drug Addiction

Check In By: Friday 24th March
Verses Due: Tuesday 28th March

Please Note: Line limit is 50, not 40

Checkin in..

Chin Check, g'luck bro

Please choose one of the following:

The Holocaust
The Vendetta
The Bomb Threat
Memory Loss
The Conspiracy Theory

The deadline will be extended to Tuesday

Kron I want to do the addiction one, what do you think?

We both know our drugs pretty well.

Agreed, we'll do the drug addiction one

Im still gonna do this..at some point today.

if u 2 fucknobs decide to show i'll vote

*Ahem*..

September 18th, Moms said heavens gates had let an angel down
Birthed with no pain, the womb I came out with the faintest sound..
An great 8 painless pounds, when little she told me I was a gift from God
A drifted pawn, remember cryin for 8 weeks when taken from that bitches arms
She didnt trip, -no harm moved on goin' in and out of a crack house
When I was 6 months old, in her arms took a coke blast that made her pass out..
A foster home at 12 months, cant remember what the folks were like
Another broke home with a constant breeze as I slept those hopeless nights
I close in tight, just shutter the memories that rack my brain..
A dead beat Dad, and a broken Mother with no passive ways

Now..?

Bodies sweaty, feelin the faintest choke off my latest toke
Somedays cant even say I have that place called home..
My name? Dont know, been out here since the age of six
Stuck to this meth, this cousin of death but I hate the fix..

....

As of late?..Im dripped, this coke got an itch stuck in the back of my throat
But I made this mad decision for a mass incision thats when havoc had grown
My life so tragically wrote, never felt this good since the last crack I had smoked
Feeling of fumes concealing my room, think I was fucked with the laughs I had choked
But the fucked part was I had laughed alone, no family there, no friends at all
These quivering knees would timber with ease, caps feeling to bend n fall..
Such an endless wall, of pain thats left my back fucked from the X Ive done
PCP runs through me, truely? I fiend to smoke weed till my chest is crunched
Im a stressless punk, heckled through this life so all Ive known is drugs
They talk like I was raised by the plants, so I say its somethin Ive grown to love
Im no homeless bum, just have no place to stay, no rent, no wage
Ive learned to love no one, never found that real pleasant state
I guess its till death I wait, find out the reasons why I sniffed that coke..
..Took that X, such a crooked wreck feelin these hits of blow..
I miss a home..that place where everyone knows what things you like..
Where you feel love for doin' nothin, and heat if the door is hinged up right
This brings me life! All I need is for someone to help me there
Because Ive sat in NA meetings, talkin to self surrounded by empty chairs..

..I have a life of nothing..

I suppose I am done this pleading..bleeding from these tears of hope
Once afraid of myself but what brought me to this trash is the only fear I know..
But here..I know, its a little to late to save the past I never had
A devil to the public, in a stand still to this havoc never passed..
And its forever lasts, try to move on but this problems heavy
..so stuck to myself I gotta leave now..they say my bodies ready..

This is my plead too late to answer..

*Coroners come in and move out the ODed body of Christopher Sanford..19 years old*

Kron I really wanted you to post duuude.

My bad for not showing Fix, would have been a dope battle.

Really nice verse, remind me to leave some feed on it later on

FIXION ADVANCES TO THE FINAL