Street Poisoned

Whats the solution for me? I thought to myself sitting in a prison cell, thinking about the way I felt witnessing my mother having a seizure when I came in from school that day. Im sure plenty can relate within this mind state yet my parents didnt understand that someday those things my siblings and I went through would have a powerful effect on us someday. Growing up in the projects wasnt rare but being raised by a drug-addicted mother didnt make it any better. As I was being neglected for those drug hits I slowly became affected by that drug shit. Before you knew I was becoming Street Poisoned.