to many times I have seen this happen the love of drugs to the love of fashion. choosing a fix or should I say addiction there's the problem that I'm stuck on living. Beautiful expensive things on my body with a bag of weed beside me. My all time fix you see this shit, like the six inch is needed to a heel in my mind I needed these things to survive. the smell of new clothes and shoes the way a new bundle of hair would look in my head and to add to injury a fat blunt placed between my fingers raising to my plump juicy lips. oh my this combination is so addictive my all time fix it's like a womb that I'm healing a deal that I'm sealing..
