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Addicts Beware!!!!
As I say these words just hear me out;
I'm just like you, my heads all filled with doubt.
Being an addict is so misunderstood,
their opinions of us is so obscured.
They wonder why we are easily allured,
saying why can't you just be cured!
As an addict you feel the need,
looking for something to help you succeed.
Wanting that edge being high from dope,
thinking coke makes me strong with hope.
Till you crash to the bottomless pit,
financially broke in the mire you sit.
Heroin could be the solution to my mess,
calms me down and rids me of stress,
Yet I'm passed out, myself I don't even dress;
I'm so numb in my life, reality I can't possess.
How about some OxyContin or Percocet,
feel that euphoria my problems I forget.
Till I run out, now shaking as I start to sweat;
thinking of all I have stolen feeling regret.
But so paranoid I can't face those I upset,
So I steal more to get more, feel the disconnect.
You may get a stronger high from krokodil,
thinking the side effects only kill once in a while.
But this flesh-eating drug will make you so vile,
it steals your self-esteem and make life hostile.
This deadly mixture of codeine and gasoline,
oh you may fly high but beware the fiend!
As this demon controls you throughout,
you'll notice you're rotting from the inside-out.
Oh it will be too late then to fix you,
as you have gaping wounds, bones showing through.
Your life will be cut short with each and every use,
living two short years is the maximum with this abuse.
During this time the infection will spread,
you see how you're the fool that was misled.
Take heed and get yourself help, don't cower,
lest you find yourself dying in this dreadful hour!
I'm just like you, my heads all filled with doubt.
Being an addict is so misunderstood,
their opinions of us is so obscured.
They wonder why we are easily allured,
saying why can't you just be cured!
As an addict you feel the need,
looking for something to help you succeed.
Wanting that edge being high from dope,
thinking coke makes me strong with hope.
Till you crash to the bottomless pit,
financially broke in the mire you sit.
Heroin could be the solution to my mess,
calms me down and rids me of stress,
Yet I'm passed out, myself I don't even dress;
I'm so numb in my life, reality I can't possess.
How about some OxyContin or Percocet,
feel that euphoria my problems I forget.
Till I run out, now shaking as I start to sweat;
thinking of all I have stolen feeling regret.
But so paranoid I can't face those I upset,
So I steal more to get more, feel the disconnect.
You may get a stronger high from krokodil,
thinking the side effects only kill once in a while.
But this flesh-eating drug will make you so vile,
it steals your self-esteem and make life hostile.
This deadly mixture of codeine and gasoline,
oh you may fly high but beware the fiend!
As this demon controls you throughout,
you'll notice you're rotting from the inside-out.
Oh it will be too late then to fix you,
as you have gaping wounds, bones showing through.
Your life will be cut short with each and every use,
living two short years is the maximum with this abuse.
During this time the infection will spread,
you see how you're the fool that was misled.
Take heed and get yourself help, don't cower,
lest you find yourself dying in this dreadful hour!
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