"No Honor Among Thieves”
There’s no honor in the dope game — just desperation wearing a mask that says “loyalty.”
You think it’s love, but it’s addiction bonding with addiction.
Everybody smiles ‘til the bag runs dry. Then they turn on you like wolves raised on crumbs.
You start realizing… nobody’s got your back — they’re just standing close enough to catch what falls out your pockets.
The dope life ain’t brotherhood. It’s a circle of parasites feeding on each other’s pain.
And when you finally wake up? You’ll see the same people who called you “family” praying you never get clean —
because your growth exposes their decay.
Get out. Build alone. Heal in silence.
That’s where real loyalty starts — when it’s to your future, not your addiction.
– so.burr.af