Help
I am just an addict
Tried denying this truthful verdict
I now accept my fate
What is an addict?
An addict is a person in need
Not only a person who needs weed
But a person who needs to feed
Feed where he bleeds
Only to bleed the more.
The heroin, I thought it was going to make me a hero
That drug dug my grave made me absolute zero
Look at me looking like death a skin so pale
Listen to me talking slowly this sad tale
Of how ended up in a dried well
Cuz I wanted to feel well
The highness...
I set the line
Inhale, I feel fine
My thoughts shine
I roll the pipe line
White clouds fill the room.
The money wasted
The time arrested
The friends let down
The mother crying
Asking God why.
If I had a choice
I would give you my voice
Saying that I will quit
But I will need your help
Already I have tried
My hope is dried
For I have died
In my fear.
You judge me
Distorting my senses
I have a judge
My incorruptible conscience
I am not an animal
Neither am I a criminal
I need help
Not criticism.
I am very critical
I need change.
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