Fiend strife

My best friend fell out,

knowing him since diapers,

We both hooked on dope,

Never shoulda got invited,

Dead on the floor,

While I’m working up some more,

Had to run that pocket, he’s got that score,

Blue and gray,

Fentanyl killed my homeboy today,

Ain’t nobody called the feds, fuck it he dead,

Can’t help the excitement, his pockets lined with dope,

shit I wish I had a rope,

I’m so depressed,

death done got me stressed,

Feeling like a helpless sucker pushed right up to the edge,

I exit the spot, looking for some rock,

I need to get stupid, forget, my best homey dead,

I see the dope man, hand feeling the pistol grip,

Might get my drip on a murder tip.

His name was Travis but he’ll never have this,

Never went to school,

Never went to college,

Head full of drug knowledge,

Stomach full of air and shit,

Thought he’d go home, thought he was bout it, course now he dead and shit

Now he never going home,

his life fucking done,

his family fucked up,

I can only think, damn son—I can barely HIT