Hand Drugs
He's my kind of drug
my heroin when the pain hits me just right
The needle that gets stuck inside
He my smoke within the weed
I breathe him everywhere
Need him everywhere
I'm a struggling addict
Within my pen, calls, Facebook text
It's the smoke, herion, weed I do
No difference I'm drugged.
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