Lifeless existence

Life is cold when alone on the field and reality strikes hard with checks to cash Stoned cold petrified stuck in Time Lost In dopamine and chasing white lines Crystals and powder faces wrapped in garments Move the whole pack sold Deals for money and ass Human slaves and savages Many packages High above average and ready to float away To a world where life is sober I'm still stoned and hung over she is under the Fetty and wapped moving still In No direction and fading addictions and it's never no end in site or clear visions only pipe dreams with hard lessons' demon speeding in the lavish life of sin feeling like I'm going to win until the bag is at its last, and I'm coming down again thinking about the same delusion of life without confusion and no need for drug abusing