I
was feeling so dry
That
I was pushed to a try
Men-I’m
addicted; should I cry
It
filled my body substituted my blood: I am to die.
I
was stressed, looking on whom to lean
It
was right under my nose, in a small tin
I yearned for more, the taste of dry
gin
If
only I could have pulled back and been keen
I
wouldn’t have to be pulling out this stuck pin.
We
were so close, the only friends I had
You
passed to me that bit, just like a great lad
Now
I realize nothing was good, all we did was bad
Now
look, this life I live because of you it’s so hard
If
I only knew it was not to make me glad.
I
don’t know if to you I am a bug
Where
were you to give me that hug?
If
so I couldn’t have gone to that drug
I
have no food, shelter, just in a rag
Feeding
and living on them is not a brag
Fellows,
join the campaign against drugs!
Stop-Speak
out, so that the country doesn’t behind lag
My
gripe is to put forever away the alcohol, bhang and shag.
It
was just a small one, a little can
If
I’d thought at first, I could have made a turn
But
it controlled me so fast, never gave me a chance to run
Kerosene
can not restore it, as now has my liver burn
Can
you help me, be a recovering addict?
By
putting drugs to a total ban!
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