Hazel Blount
17 Years Old
~Please don't get addicted, because this loving will kill ya~
♪ Do you like drugs? ♫ Despite my name I don't. I just like the high you get off of them. The state of complete and utter bliss. No feelings, no fucks to give, just you and this cloud of whatever the fuck it is tonight. I actually hate drugs. They give me mixed emotions though. They're a bittersweet object in this cold and lonely world. They make you forget about anything you're going through, but they also make you forget about you. They dig you into a hole you don't realize you're in until its too late and you're lost. Some brain dead. Some just dead. Some lucky though or blessed I should say. They're given help, by those who love and care for them. Those, in spite of being let down and lied to so many times, never gave up. But some of us just aren't that lucky. Some of us don't have anybody. But those are just my views as an outsider looking in.
Living and growing in the streets of Harlem you encounter a lot of druggies, crack heads, junkies, dope fiends, etc. Family members engulfed by the short encounters with happiness and the escape from this everyday hell hole. Money Making Manhattan they called it, but it ain't shit more then the hood. Just a bunch of niggas trying to be something. A bunch of basic people trying to make it in the ' rap industry' and half them niggas can't read or write or they aim to be the biggest drug dealer in New York. What a fucking goal, huh? Can't knock a hustle though 'cause at the end of the day I'm just trying to make it too... we all are, but in todays world you can't succeed with out someone pulling you down just like crabs in a fucking barrell.
Our own kind even family members bringing you back down to their level in some cases beneath them. Misery loves company and a fake bitch love to see you fail. They can't stand to see you make it and they become blinded by the envy and hate that they don't realize you are trying to bring them with you. I've seen it too many times in this twisted place we call home. One makes it to the top, but the others just couldn't see the stairs. Life long relationships flushed down the toilets because of the jealousy and rage that one can muster up. Growing up in the projects you learn to only fuck with a few, but even then some may turn around and fuck you over in the end. The reason why young love don't live in the hood. That's why we trust none and it has become all about the money, that green, the chi-neck, getting paid, the paper. It's all about the Benjamins, baby.
♫ Do you like love?♪ Well, do we love these hos? Mmm... Kinda, sorta.
