Junkie 304 World

Welcome back to Self Isolation, the space where real talk gets served raw—with no filters, just reflection.

In this powerful and provocative episode, Will (aka International Papi) steps into the heart of a crisis we’re all living through but rarely unpack: the culture of escapism, addiction, and survival by any means. From high-functioning addicts in penthouses to lost youth chasing ghosts in the streets, this episode exposes the blurred lines between choice and conditioning, pain and performance.

We talk drug culture, broken systems, psych wards, predator-prey dynamics, the over-sexualization of young girls in the 304 world, and the generational war between the OGs and the YNs. It’s raw. It’s real. And it’s not meant to make you comfortable—it’s meant to make you think.

If you’ve ever questioned the way the world moves—or why so many choose to check out—this one’s for you.

Trigger warning: This episode covers themes around drug use, sexual exploitation, and mental health.

Tap in. Reflect. And ask yourself: Are you escaping… or evolving?

Transcript

[Intro - Calm but intense tone]

Yo, welcome back to the space where real talk don’t get sugar-coated—just seasoned with perspective. This is Self isolation podcast, and you’re now locked in to Episode 6: Junkie 304 World.

We diving deep today, and I mean deep into a world that’s become a reflection of our decisions, our neglect, our pain, and sometimes—our damn silence. This ain’t for the faint-hearted. But if you listening, that means you ready. So let’s pivot.

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[Segment 1: “World on Drugs”]

You ever looked around and realized everybody chasing something? Some folks chasing peace, some chasing love… but most? They chasing escape.

That escape usually come wrapped in plastic or powdered in baggies. Crazy thing is—they know it’s hiding them more than it’s healing them. We got a whole society built on hiding pain, masking trauma, numbing life instead of facing it. And we—the older crowd, the ones who know better—we dropped the ball by letting this “sore loser” mentality become the standard.

It’s like watching humanity take L after L… willingly. Every trip, every hit, every pill popped—it’s people running from themselves. And yeah, I’ve seen it up close. In real life. Arkham Asylum type environments. Not the movies—I’m talkin’ about those everyday psych wards where folks come in chasing ghosts or escaping demons.

And it ain’t just the randoms. I’ve seen athletes. Artists. Folks I used to run with. Good people with bad direction. It’s tough watching the slip happen—slow motion. Self-control fading like the light in their eyes. Some were victims of life, sure. But a lot? Victims of their own choices.

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[Segment 2: “High-Class Junkies & House Favors”]

Look, drug culture ain’t just in alleyways no more. It’s everywhere. From trap houses to condos in the hills. You ever been at a function where you the only sober one? Everybody lit off cane, lean, perks—and you just vibing?

They look at you weird, not because you judging, but because you not joining. Like your choice make them see their own reflection too clearly. That’s guilt. That’s shame. That’s their inner voice reminding them this ain’t it.

And that’s what bugs me—not the drugs—but the lack of accountability. If you gon do it, own it. Don’t try to recruit me just so you feel better about falling off.

Me? I don’t drink. Ain’t never really needed to. Not ‘cause I think I’m better. But because I understand myself. I don’t want to escape life. I want to feel it—raw. All of it. Even the ugly parts. That’s how you grow.

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[Segment 3: “The Game Flipped”]

The real ones know—this game changed. The OGs I came up under had rules. Hustlers made money, but they didn’t kill the clientele. Now? These new cats lacing everything. Killing junkies, all to chase a bag for chili. 

Drugs and guns easier to get than credit or a job. Think about that. We built a world where it’s easier to destroy yourself than build a future. That’s why folks give up so fast. They got an escape route on every corner, but no guidance at the intersections.

We all got pain. We all got trauma. But that don’t mean you gotta drown in it. Don’t turn your scars into chains. Learn from ‘em. Use ‘em.

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[Segment 4: “304 World - Blades and Bruises”]

And if it ain’t drugs, it’s that 304 world—especially out here in L.A. The blade hot with young girls, sometimes underage, out there selling their bodies. Some forced into it. Some choosing it. That part tears me up because either way—it’s pain behind that decision.

See me bro, I don’t knock nobody for surviving. But I do take issue with a society that let it be the only option. Like if my daughter ever choose to be a 304 I’d still love her but it would be hard to respect her way of going about it because I would hope I could prepare her and her mind to be able to have her thoughts together and use her decrement on the life opportunities that’s gone pop up once she gets out of the peace I use as a control experience to raise her and prepare her for a life where her mother and I aren’t present because she has to leave the nest and fly. 

As men, we failed them. We let predators roam free while we sit back and call it “not our business.” Naw. That is our business. Every young girl forced into the game is another reflection of how far we’ve fallen.

And these boys? Getting groomed, manipulated, turned into crashouts. Just to feed a system that don’t give a damn about them once they burnt out. So many homies and yn I come across during this journey and extending myself out when it’s solicited because I don’t wanna preach I just like to be throughout with what I have power of and a lot of our big homies lead us down the wrong path and they were men enough to protect the future that why these yns don’t respect the older generation and created this war. Because the accessibility that the yns have now is far greater with seeing all sides of the story were they can’t be bamboozled like their ancestors before. However this has lead them down this oxymoron of self fulfilling prophecy shows they boys high out they mind desensitized and have no since of care because they see the world out of the illusion that has been painted to the generation before. This is the junkie 304 world. It’s real. It’s raw. And it’s our reality.

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[Closing: “Truth Hurts, But you grow”]

Here’s the harsh truth: Life don’t care about your pain—but you should. Because the moment you take full responsibility? That’s the moment you start getting your power back.

You might be dealt a trash hand, but how you play it is everything. Some folks fold. Some bluff. But the real ones? They find a way to win or at least walk away with their integrity. One of my big homies used to tell me coming up pride comes before the fall. 

I ain’t here to preach. I’m here to provoke. If youre listening, it means something in this hit home—and that’s all I want. Not perfection, but progress. Because we can’t ever be perfect but we can always practice because practice makes practice. 

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[Call to Action]

So here’s what I’m asking: Look around your world. Who you enabling? Who you letting slip away? Or are you the one slipping?

Reach out. Hold someone accountable. Or hold yourself accountable for your own actions and repercussions. That’s where the growth not the healing. 

And if yall want  me to dive into more  “Figahoa Files”—the dark underbelly of street life and how LA became the epicenter of survival by any means. Let me know in the comments if yall like this content. 

Hit that follow. Share with somebody who needs to hear this. And remember…

This world ain’t waiting on you to be ready—it’s already moving. So either pivot or get pressed on me.