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Cocaine addiction

Alcoholic haze,

Your life is a restriction

But you say it’s a phase,

These were once substances

For use only by the rich,

But now it’s for anyone

Who gets that fucking itch,

Shit in your system

Coursing through you veins,

Messing up your reality

Disturbing your brain,

I ask you what are you insane?

But you say it the only way to cope

Now it’s a medicine for the lost,

Poor fuckers in cocaine and dope

Poor fuckers it’s their only hope,

No longer a treat for the rich,

Now it’s for those also

Who haven’t got a stitch,

They rob and steal for it,

They shoot and stab for it,

They will even kill for this

What do you expect when you leave,

People with no hope and no future

Synthetic cocaine and alcoholic poison,

Only way to get out of the day to day

Feeling of inadequacy and despair.