Criminal?

Puff the magic bush, smoking through the sky.

A rainbow of colors clouds my vision.

The sky and the ocean roar together.

I am not a criminal; I am a drug addict.

I am not crazy; I am a drug addict.

Pop, white powder splits the skin.

Viruses of plague rots our body.

We choose years of pain for one brief high.

I am not a criminal; I am a drug addict.

I am not crazy; I am a drug addict.