I’ve been hooked now for years with its nasty abuse all my funds I've dwindled away |
My Plight… I wasn’t as crazed back in ‘73’; my life was quite simply complete. But in ‘78’ I sure failed to foresee that I had succumb to defeat. I’m hooked on cocaine (though I’ll never admit this to my family or friends) ‘Cause they’d not understand; they’d just want to commit me – they just don’t comprehend! I’ve been hooked now for years with its nasty abuse; all my funds I have dwindled away - I’ve become such a bore and a lonely recluse; it’s only cocaine I’ll obey. My money’s exhausted (oh God) I’m afraid; I've hardly got anything left! I’ll go sell the table my granddaddy made - (I forgot, it was lost in a theft). What do I own that might have any worth? I’ve pawned all my silver with ease - I’ve sold all my bonds that were given at birth; to my friends - I have put on the squeeze… It’s happened, I’m out! I was sure some was left, but I’ve searched the entire first floor - I went begging a sniff and was told, “Ha, you jest!” “You’ve no money, so head for the door.” I’m in total panic - Now what can I do? I must have some more of the stuff! I feel like I’m choking - I’m way overdue - Believe me, it’s getting too rough! I’ve now lost my mind as I drive in my car, I’m looking for something to steel. I need some cash fast - I’ll go rip off a bar! They won’t know my gun is not real… I did it, it worked! There was nobody hurt - I got enough cash for five grams. I tracked down my contact then started to blurt; “I said I’d be back, here I am!” “Well, sorry, I’m out,” said my contact, with spite as he kicked his old dog off the chair - “Perhaps if you come back tomorrow—late night; I’ll have a few lines I can spare.” Tomorrow’s too late! Don’t you see I need now the stuff that my nose hungers for? There must be a way and I’m sure you know how to get what I want—I implore! “There is one more man That you might want to see,” he said, as I walked to my car. “Where can I find him?” I asked; “Where is he”? “He stays at the old Hotel Starr.” So I went and I sought him at his hotel and told him I wanted some lines. He said, “Sure, I’ve plenty of goods here to sell; come on in, and please do have some wine.” He cut me five grams for the cash that I gave - I said, “Thanks a lot for the white;” I took it straight home - (Oh God did I crave to snort it up all through the night…). This shit’s no damn good! I was taken a fool in my most desperate time. Of course now he’s gone and he thought himself cool… That jerk ripped me off – what a slime! I am going for help – It is that or just die… I’m tired of living this life dependent on that which I love as my high - It’s given me nothing but strife... |