Michael Figueroa (12/26/90 / Bridgeport, Connecticut)

An so the chemicals begin
Tearing at the mind, body, and spirit all twining within
The others un-knowing of its mystical regret
Promise these beans are no 'placebo effect'

More he fiends, while contacting Steen
You got piff? Can i take a wiff?
So around rotation the blunt dwindles done
Blazed out my mind only left past time

The fiesta has begun, now pouring shots
Take 2 Perc 30's, now that hit the spot
Chemical imbalance within the body indeed
Should have thought twice before popping them beans

Heard the doorbell
So he got up quick
Bad idea, now i feal sick!

Made way towards the door, and collapsed to the floor

(Door opens)
When entering the mother yelped in shock
Son lay before her cold as a rock
As she pushed her fury to her loved ones side
She checked his vitals and began to cry

A grave scene, no pulse inside..