Addicted

The better part of my childhood I spent watching soap operas from Mexican hoods
And that was where the fantasies began
But I must admit that the phillipines were better
though I did want to be like Don Pablo Escobar
My English teacher would say from grass to grace
I desired to feel and not with my ears,
What is this love? 
From Agape love to Ghetto love,
Radio love to Reggae love
And in my hood Genge love,
Which would be my Greek alpha and omega?
You see I’d never experienced this before
The older I got the more I craved to touch it
I wanted it but I didn’t need it
Then one day, one day it knocked at my door ,
That was day one and truth is I didn’t know what to do with it.
She introduced me to it
Like weed, one puff, one smoke, one dose
I felt like the actors underrated it
Dumb me, I thought I could stop when I wanted to – in a snap of a finger
I thought I was Superman, made of steel
I didn’t know what I was messing with
And one day, she left, my Maryjane, my drug
That was day one of my misery.
Withdrawal set in and I didn’t know what to do
It felt like life had been drained from a flower,
A furnace had been smoked out at once
My friend says you are either a weed person or an alcohol person, not both
The journey to seek a replacement was decided upon
I met cocaine, tried some booze, tried different versions of weed
Slept with opium in my arms
It felt great at first but non of this could compare
Withdrawal is like sinking in quick sand
I clung to my first hoping it to be a vine to save me,
But that is a story for another day
If you think I was a drug addict, my bad,
I was a love addict but I still cling to it;
I’m not that religious but my Sunday school notes review love as the greatest commandment.

~Misfit ~