Cold sweats at night…a twitch in his slumber/
It owns him now...hes hit more pipes than pissed plumbers/
Feenin for more…in his sleep he’s dreaming of scores/
Tha monster that controls him…just seeps in his pores/
He chooses tha pipe..that keeps abusin his life/
A fix is his only goal,….even after losin his wife/
She knew he was lying as soon as she looked in his high beams/
Crying….his head hung in shame to tha world and quit trying/
His mind became weightless as he tried to make a statement/
Face squints….leaning on tha wall in his basement/
His life slips away….been feelin out of place lately/
Drops his dope on tha floor…and hits tha ground base crazy/
He lets out a moan…knowing thats all that he owns/
He scoops up his stash in a trance…controlled like a drone/
Waiting for death…he takes a hit with a steady head/
And as tha rocks feel his lungs… he sees hes already dead/