when youre confined to a prison ( as i am in college ) you start to really dissect the concept of time, and realize there’s no cause that deserves the right to waste it. no love, no drug, no nothing.

the cocaine successfully removed homie further than reality than the marijuana could.

as a recreational user, homie wouldn’t buy more than a gram of white at a time – which is more expensive. easily a cool $75-100 bucks. really depends on where he lived though. i didnt decide on that.

there is a big difference between crack cocaine and powdered cocaine. namely , one can get locked away much longer and easier with crack. this is why homie mentions his need for family

here we define this as an “in character” piece. homie resorted to recreational drug use to overcome emotions.

okay is nothing more than relatively decent . fine is relatively superior.

truly falling in love is much like this : drowning. drowning your heart. either its magical or it isn’t. either your joint keeps beating blissfully, or you realize that you have a gaping hole in your chest.you lose when youre heart doesnt immediately come back around- you gotta go out, find that joint, and reconnect. some people never really do.

some do reconnect, only to realize that the heart starts to pump the residual ocean water through your veins, and that can be unhealthy i think. or at least it doesnt feel too good.

it’s only skin deep.

you know- like when someone keeps asking how you feel and you’re like “ i dont wanna talk about it. i dont wanna talk about it… i dont wanna talk about it.” which eventually becomes “aiight fool : Brratatatatatataatatattaata”. man down.