​The air in here is poison, thick with lies and "m30" smoke, Every morning is a battle, every breath a jagged choke. I’m trapped between a mother’s nod and a brother’s hollow stare, While my man is out there tricking, selling souls for one more share. He comes home smelling like a stranger, pupils pinned to dust, In a house where love is buried under layers of ash and rust. It’s a cycle in a cage, a family curse in every vein, And if I stay another week, I’ll be the one they leave in rain. ​I don’t need a fancy palace or a diamond on my hand, I need a cage with wheels on it to get me out this land. I need an RV—a sanctuary, a fortress made of tin, To put a thousand miles between my future and this sin. A rolling miracle to be my kitchen and my bed, To drown out all the screaming voices living in my head. If I had that key, that blessing, I’d be gone before the dawn, Before the dealer hits the corner, before the next fix is drawn. ​I’m desperate for the highway, for the gas and for the gears, To wash away a lifetime’s worth of fentanyl and tears. How can I get clean in a room where everyone is high? How can I find the truth when every word they speak is lie? I need a clean slate on the pavement, a life that’s mobile-bound, Where I don’t have to look for ghosts on every inch of ground. An RV is my lifeline—it’s the only way I thrive, It’s the difference between a headstone and actually being alive. ​I’m screaming for a blessing, for a way to break the chain, To trade this toxic sickness for the desert and the rain. Give me the wheel, give me the road, give me a chance to fly, Because if I don't get out of here, I know I’m gonna die.

​ ​A pressed-up pill, a "m30" ghost, The devil’s math is what kills the most. A little blue bit, a speck in the tray, To make the whole world just flicker away. No "velvet thrill," just a clinical drop, A sudden silence when the heartbeats stop. ​"Got any blues?" is the street corner hymn, Where the eyes are all glazed and the chances are slim. It ain't like the brown or the old-school high, It’s a five-dollar bet that you’re ready to die. One minute you’re leaning, chasing the nod, The next, you’re meeting a localized god. ​The narcan is ready, the sirens are near, But the "fetty" is louder than any damn fear. It’s a ghost in the foil, a smoke in the chest, A permanent sleep for a soul with no rest. No "fall full of grace" or a shimmering light, Just a cold concrete floor in the middle of night. ​But the blues lose their bite, the tolerance climbs, You’re chasing a ghost a thousand more times. Then the pressies ain't enough to keep off the sick, You need something heavy, something lethal and quick. You graduate fast to that raw, white rock, Pure powder chaos, no key in the lock. No filler, no dye, just the weight in a bag, A white-powder shroud, a surrender-white flag. The block is a graveyard that’s still walking 'round, With spirits already six feet in the ground.

​The siren’s song is a silver lie, A painted wing that cannot fly. It offers the sun, then dims the light, Leaving you cold in the belly of night. The velvet wears thin, the fire grows cold, And the "grace" of the fall is a story grown old. ​The chains you call golden are heavy and rust, Turning the heart’s finest chambers to dust. It asks for your breath, then asks for your name, Until all that is left is the ghost of the flame. The kiss that was sweet now tastes of the grave, For the master is cruel to the one it won't save. ​But look at the hands that are trembling and bare, There is strength in the bone, a life still there. To break from the song is a thunderous sound, To plant weary feet on the hard, honest ground. The world is not still, it is vibrant and loud, And the sun is much brighter outside of the cloud. ​The beauty was borrowed, a thief’s clever art, But the healing is yours—it belongs to the heart. The soul may be bruised, but it cannot be owned, There is power in seeds that in darkness were sowed.

Narcan (naloxone) is a life-saving medication used to rapidly reverse an opioid overdose. It works by "knocking" opioids off the brain's receptors and temporarily blocking them, which restores normal breathing. Because Narcan only affects opioids, it is safe to use even if you aren't 100% sure an overdose is occurring—it will not harm someone who does not have opioids in their system. 1. How to Identify an Opioid Overdose Common signs that someone may need Narcan include: * Breathing is slow, shallow, or has stopped entirely. * Blue or grayish tint to the lips, skin, or fingernails. * Pinpoint pupils (very small). * Unresponsiveness to shouting or a firm "sternum rub" (rubbing your knuckles hard on their chest). * Choking or gurgling sounds (often called the "death rattle"). 2. How to Use Narcan Nasal Spray If you suspect an overdose, call 911 immediately, then follow these steps: * Peel back the tab to remove the device from the packaging. * Hold the device with your thumb on the bottom of the plunger and two fingers on either side of the nozzle. Do not test/prime the spray. * Insert the tip of the nozzle into one nostril until your fingers touch the bottom of the person's nose. * Press the plunger firmly to release the dose. * Place the person in the "Recovery Position" (on their side) to prevent choking if they vomit. * Repeat: If they do not wake up or breathe normally within 2–3 minutes, give a second dose (using a new device) in the other nostril. 3. Important Safety Facts * **It is temporary: Narcan wears off in 30 to 90 minutes. Because many opioids stay in the body longer than that, a person can fall back into an overdose once the Narcan fades. This is why emergency medical help is essential. * Withdrawal: If the person is physically dependent on opioids, they may wake up feeling very sick (nausea, agitation, body aches). This is uncomfortable but generally not life-threatening. * Effectiveness: It works on heroin, fentanyl, and prescription painkillers (oxycodone, morphine). It does not reverse overdoses from cocaine, meth, or alcohol unless opioids are also present.

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