Chasing Dopamine
We get high then a diminishing
Returns to the Earth are for squares, so we circle back for anything
In bliss limited so we don’t care until we score a replenishment
Most of the time we’re seen as just some whores and degenerates
In quantities exceeding melancholy
Some would describe the high as feeling like you won the lottery
Amid the skids in tent cities and the loneliest meth fiends
When sober, you go over how you fucked over your dreams
Seen in the same sweats with grease stains and dirty dress shirts
Concrete gnomes dressed in their net worth, looking for sex work
Dreaming in American hoping that potent opiates
Might fall from a perfect sky in a slow descent
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A manna-festing
Moving at the speed of sub maintenance
You have best friends that refer to you as only acquaintances
Say they love you blanketed but stay taking shit
When being so sleep deprived can no longer make you sense
Like going down on valium and barbiturates
While trying to stay awake on meth and harder constituents
Have to go back to boosting and selling coochie, that’s the routine
Then the gangbangers turn out for pimping new streams
Of revenue, but the dead in you is silent amidst the violence
Degrading dates, withdrawal shakes, and psychological tyrants
Typical trauma, refugees so toxic and embarrassed
Cast away and hide on islands with no boxes from FedEx
Fight or flight gets ignited from adrenal epinephrine
To “get well,” we might just try relying on weapons
To catch a jux in the bushes on the unsuspected
Like a hungry lion waiting to turn a boar into breakfast
So run your pockets forward until the insides are all outed
I’m really not this brolic but I will shoot, I’m neurotic
And reckless side by side sitting with a shotgun present
Double barreled and trying to wing it like during a Hot Ones edit
Road running and heading towards a traumatic cliff diving
Flailing limbs wildly, looking like the coyote wylldin
Been on this track but the finish line has been behind us
No medals except when the long stem gets all bronzed up
From pipe dreams to conventional cocaine methods
Duality to feel like nothing but on the other hand majestic
It’s just chasing dopamine excessive
To say fuck it with no immediate lessons or consequences
It’s a race to the pleasure centers through oral, snot, or sticking
Highlights of the zeitgeist in a culture excessive
Hedonism to protect the fractured essences
Tragic messages and the most terrible tales of caution
And a long trail of taking L’s in the ones we call lost ones
5/8/2025 Illcat Inc.©
