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Pressured by life got nothing to gain learning

The right the wrongs even felt the pain I need a

Fix need money to buy got to have that deal to make

Me high

Damaged brain turns into pain rotting away inside

Your head addiction leads to a slow death brain

Damage leads you to hell

Blurred vision and drowsiness the power of

Drugs take hold loss of memory "Who am I?"

You turn to crime for help

Poisoned blood pumps through your veins

Punctured from the needle fluid rushing to

Your head damaging brain cells

On a high you're relaxed and calm saved only by

A fix drugs will catch you later in life and

Claim another victim