Going on ninety six hours up like some insomniac
Except the stuff in the needle I draw back makes me lose my mind like
Some Maniac
The family life and friends my addiction attacks
Started off small like a snack then before you know it Tina
Hits me with a smack
Taking penitentiary chances cooking up the "new crack"
Poisoning minds and steering them off the right track
To take another path I wish I could go back
Because I'm tired of sleeping in county racks
She's nothing but trouble and full of lies and and that's the
Cold Hard Facts
Wrecking lives and breaking homes for the love of greenbacks
©droneking
D