Life’s road

For everybody who still wants to get high,
Listen to this story, because it’s no lie.
I was born in Springfield, 1986,
5 brothers, both parents, nice house made of bricks.
I had everything I needed, and more,
My family was pretty wealthy, not poor.
When I was six, I moved to another state,
I was young, so I didn’t feel any hate.
Des Moines, Iowa was good, nothing went wrong,
This was to be my home now, but not for long.
At age 11, we moved to Chicago,
How I would make friends, I didn’t even know.
I played sports, such as soccer and basketball,
I thought I was the greatest and knew it all.
This is when I thought I was invincible,
No one could touch me, I was unstoppable.
So I thought until the summer of eighth grade,
I got beat up and my life began to fade.
Now everyone started to dislike me,
I took the drink, and began to pay my fee.
Life was no longer about sports and school,
I felt fine, but others called me a fool.
Now life was all about drinking and drugging,
The rope of life, I was pulling and tugging.
I couldn’t go living like this, but I did,
I was no longer the young, preppy, school kid.
Drugs and alcohol took control of my life,
Now I was on my way to a lot of strife.
It slowly progressed, like every disease,
After eight months, I knew it would never cease.
Smoking weed, and soon some serious drinking,
Heavier drugs came with experimenting.
Soon I was the fiend; I didn’t want to be,
Ingesting heroin with kids just like me.
I needed more money to support my fun,
Because I knew that I would never be done.
I needed protection so I joined a crew,
This gang left me with some friends, not just a few.
I stole from my parents, it couldn’t be real,
I needed more cash, so I started to deal.
I started with pot, but didn’t make enough,
I moved on to heroin, and it got rough.
My drug life went on and I started to spin,
Break dancing battles I soon began to win.
More money, more drugs, that’s all that I wanted,
From this point on I was forever haunted.
I sold these two young white girls some laced blow,
I was brought to a world that I didn’t know.
I woke the next day with police on the phone,
I heard nothing, and swiftly felt all alone.
Attempted murder was now over my head,
I was going to jail, and would end up dead.
My saving grace came once more to my rescue,
God responded “With one more chance, I bless you.”
My parents soon found a nice place to save me,
An impatient rehab was the place to be.
I did well for the first twenty seven days,
The next day I messed up in so many ways.
I snorted my meds, and I robbed the office,
My life now fell into a deep, dark abyss.
Once my counselor found out, it was finished,
I got what I earned and was to be punished.
I wasn’t allowed to go back home, not yet,
Three months in a half-way house, I was to get.
Anger set in, and I totally gave up,
I cut my wrist, and blood dripped into a cup.
Nothing now mattered, not even my own life,
The pain continued so I withdrew the knife.
I fell down backwards, and leaned against the wall,
And cried as I fainted in the bathroom stall.
As I laid there numb, not feeling anything,
My wrist began to twitch and started to sting.
I cried for help but everyone was downstairs,
I felt loneliness as if nobody cares.
Finally a friend came, look at me and said,
“You need help, let’s go, you’re lucky you’re not dead.”
For a couple months I behaved very good,
Listened to the people and did as I should.
Three months came slowly and I couldn’t take it,
Acted off my rage and broke into a pit.
The old warehouse down the street was full of stuff,
I picked up the spray paint and started to huff.
I went back to the nut house, not knowing why,
Told my counselor what happened, not one lie.
He told me I couldn’t stay, and I must go,
I asked my mom to come home, but she said “no.”
I was going to a school in New York,
I told my mom I wouldn’t do any work.
I arrived the next Friday only to see,
Eighteen months, there was no going home for me.
The Family Foundation School was bad,
It filled me with anger and made me so mad.
This place was like a jail, one phone call a week,
I was so heated but I acted so meek.
Everything was good, for most the first year,
Then came the challenge of conquering my fear.
At six A.M. I quickly ran out the door,
Black jeans, red shirt, and shoes were all that I wore.
I sprinted through the woods guys chasing me,
I tumbled to the ground and sat up to see.
As they went out of sight I stood to my feet,
I started walking but I was tired and beat.
I stumbled through the woods, all the way to town,
Never looking ahead, always looking down.
I finally reached town, after an hour,
Fell to the ground because I had no power.
I walked to the school, and sat on a swing,
This would be my home, my new place for dwelling.
After some sleep, I got up and walked around,
Four dollars and cigarettes was all I found.
I went back to my dwelling to fall asleep,
I sat in the cold and all I did was weep.
I awoke pretty early the next morning,
A car pulled up to me without a warning.
It was female staff and they solemnly said,
“Go back to the school or else you’ll be dead.”
I steadily walked back with fear on my face,
I’ll go back but I can not stay in that place.
I was half-way back, and I saw another,
I walked, and I noticed he was a brother.
He had surely run away the night before,
Black jeans, red shirt, and shoes were all that he wore.
We decided we would head for the city,
We walked and talked with great animosity.
War storying and slandering the school,
We now thought that we were so tough and cool.
As we walked we stopped at an old trailer park,
It was now late and becoming very dark.
I picked up a screw driver and broke the lock,
Then my friend rapidly picked up a large rock.
We walked in the cabin and stole what we saw,
I picked up a knife and felt pain in my jaw.
I soon noticed the bottle of Bacardi,
I picked it up and embarked on our party.
We broke into every other cabin,
I felt the guilt and knew that it was a sin.
We left the park with some alcohol and weed,
During this time, this was all that I could need.
As we walked we kept on smoking and drinking,
I was so drunk, I wasn’t even thinking.
A car pulled up behind us, lights were flashing,
The cop came out with a gun, no sense dashing.
He threw me against the car, and read my rights,
All I could see was the color of the lights.
The judge didn’t like us; guess where we got sent,
Off to Delhi County Jail is where we went.
I was so frightened, and the time went so slow,
How I would survive, I didn’t even know.
I made friends quickly by playing basketball,
Nobody would touch me, nobody at all.
Inmates threatened me so I gave them my food,
No sleep, no food, all put me in a bad mood.
I was finally let out three days later,
I loved nobody, I was just a hater.
I went back to the school, my life went on,
I look back at that jail and thank God I’m gone.
I got fully honest and began to pray,
And I made a decision that I would stay.
From that point on, everything has went well,
I picked myself back up every time I fell.
I have one year sober and I now feel great,
I am full of a lot of love, not of hate.
So if you still would like to go and get high,
Remember this story, because it’s no lie.

-Mike-