The first hit... well, holyshit! After that I was never the same.
The minute meth got a hold and sunk in it's fangs!
Just like a vampire that sucks blood from veins...
and when I don't have it ... im too fucking tired and drained.
It sucks waking up everyday with craving dope on the brain.
So recognize this or ignore it; but don't ever be ashamed.
Becasue I too feel like meth is the core of my pain.
I understand that being drug-free offers more of a gain.
But I can't get up and just quit! It's not a sport or a game!
There are no forfeits or extra innings that remain.
I got a fuckin bad drug habit! That's a solid-ass claim.
And fuck a sunny day, I like thunder and rain!
Sackless in Seattle