Lengthiest poem I ever wrote
It's not deep, it's just dope
It's just thick, like my smoke
That's about to get me choked

To my dying day, I'm close
Still living the wrong life I chose
Still living after the overdose
Ignoring the threats my addictions pose

Cute picture, I know
I'm maybe God's character in a funny show
Action packed, and with a tragic end
Am I the protagonist? Hell no

Lost friends to the hustle we did
Made friends, it was the hustle we breathe
Colleagues dying in tens
It's intense, our hustle to live

Carpenter's son, no I wasn't bluffing
Only work was carving my peers coffins
And every single night, the mac blares
I stood, facing death with blank stares

It could've been me being buried
Patience saved me sometimes
While some of my friends hurried
Their mothers woke us with cries

I'm rewriting for the umpteenth time
Hoping every word comes out right
Hoping I grow the will to live this life
Hoping fear never wins this fight

Get up Jigs, get up mi'jo
You never wanted to look weak
You never want this to look deep
You're too wolf to be sheep

Get up, Jigs! You're not the same child
You've got in with wolves, and stayed mild
Get up, Jigs! You're not dumb
The overdose doesn't mean you're now numb

Get up, Jigs! You wanna self destruct?
Remember your son, every word you talked
I think I'm failing him, without question
I'm here OD-ing, your mom; she's out stressing

Get up Jigs! Look in the mirror
How many stronger peeps you know?
Life's deeper than smoking weed
And thicker than the smoke you blow

Mentally unstable, me
Always been unable to see
Life from the views as a teen
That were impressed on me

Every morning I wake
Self destruct, self destruct
And all the time my hand shakes
I get the means and couldn't get defunct

Showing of weakness, that is your strength
And it is probably my death
25 years, that is the length
I fear death is out for its debt

Get up Jigs, living is fun
Stop romancing suicide
Gasping for breath after a run
You wonder what to do with life

You remember the friends you lost
To survive, the boundaries crossed
You don't want that all in vain
Your soul in hell would be pain

Get up Jigs! You understand
Tell me you wanna see your son
Being raised by another man
And you; forgotten, gone

People are funny, they say talk to people
But when you talk to people, they're evil
And they get you in a position to really
Be alive, while you're dying in self pity

Get up Jigs, suicide is weak
You really want to self destruct
Take time out and think
About the people you'd hurt

Get up brother, get up sister
The wisdom is not in giving up
It's falling and getting back up
Strength is falling and getting back up




© Jigs

Why do i get very emotional while reading this!
Op your a talented!!