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
