I sit with a notebook, ask for guidance, pick up my pen, and start writing.
So now Mr. Man you have grown tired of grass,
LSD, Acid, Cocaine, Pills, Meth and Hash.
And someone pretending to be a true friend
Said, “Ill introduce you to my best friend, Heroin.”
Well honey, before you start fooling with me,
Just let me inform you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave.
I’ve sent men much stronger than you to their grave.
You think you could never become a disgrace
And end up addicted to poppy seed waste.
So, you’ll start inhaling me one afternoon,
You’ll take me into your arms – very soon.
And once I have entered deep in your veins,
The cravings will nearly drive you insane.
You’ll need LOTS of money (as you have been told)
For darling, I’m much more expensive than silver or gold.
You’ll swindle your mama just for a buck,
You’ll turn into something vile and corrupt.
You’ll mug, and you’ll steal for my narcotic charm,
And feel contentment when I’m in your arm.
The day you realize the monster you have grown,
You’ll solemnly promise to leave me alone.
If you think that you’ve got the mystical knack,
Then sweetie just try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in knots,
The jangling nerve screaming for just ONE more shot,
The hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdraw pains,
Can only be saved by my little white grains.
There’s no other way, and there’s no need to look;
For deep down inside, you will know you are hooked.
You’ll desperately run to the dealer and then,
You’ll welcome me back into your arm once again.
And when you return (just as I foretold!)
I know you’ll give me your body and soul.
You’ll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart
AND you will be mine, until death do us part.