Seeds of Addiction

When I was fifteen, I did some tweak. A line for breakfast, That's all I would eat. Doing speed makes You skinny and weak. Every night you battle, To just get some sleep. You slip into addiction, You have variety. It doesn't take long, The realm of anxiety. The hustle and bustle Become a daily routine. I don't know how I made Through my teens. I love to smoke some, Dank-ass weed. It had a calming effect On the speed. My friends have a Stash of Xanax. Just in case one Of us start to panic. We are all sick with The disease. We do meth, coke, acid Alcohol and weed. You have a habit, You start selling drugs. This opens the door for The thieves and thugs. A bunch of lost souls, With a touch of freak. This is how it is when You choose the tweak. They smile and lie right To your face. Forty years later, You're still keeping pace. You buy in bulk, You get a better deal. Selling drugs was easy, Just keeping it real. Turbo1904?