Addict's Nightmare

Ripped off a dude
In Chelsea last night,
Cut him with my blade a bit,
Pigs showed up - and I split,
Got myself a dime of stuff,
Never enough, never enough,
At the shooting gallery I shot up,
Soon I'll need the next drop,
The hustle is always the same,
I'm so goddamn tired of this game,
How, in hell, can I ever stop
Before the pigs get me
And my time is up?

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz