Once An Addict
Nobody really knows
How my life used to be
Pot, cocaine, pills, crystal meth
They were my life
The feeling of being high
Was a thrill for me
Each day I looked forward to
That first hit, the feeling it gave me
Morning time was spent smoking a joint
By noon I was free basing
Evening time was setting up the lines
By night came out the glass pipe
My house was the place to be
Friends would come bearing gifts
And we'd drink and party the night away
You wanted it, I had it
I had my connections to everyone's needs
Then one day I woke up
Realized this wasn't the life for me
It took me so long
To admit what I had become
It has now been four years
That I have been clean
And tho each day, I still crave
I refuse to give in
For I am strong
And want to continue to be me
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