Urban Addicts
You’ve got urban fake thugs
selling certain fake drugs
mixed and corrupt
taking money from mugs
mix it with a prescription
sold as a false description
but it's just the way of the system
blind addiction
it’s like every drunken human
a sucker for consuming
a buzz
one drug will grip us
smoke on the lips
legal like coffee
to speed ecstasy trips
no one escapes free
and
you haven’t got any money
but
you’ve got some to be a druggy
and
everybody’s happy til it wears off
when feet start stamping
and
arms flap and floff
everyone gets angry
bound to fallout
when pissy little problems
dealt with in shout
it’s a stress and a strain to stop and think
to tense and tight so you neck a drink
but
it’s another buzz that will soon wear off
another addiction with a seismic cost
so
it’s never ending but everything
and
it leaves you lost with losses
but
still you believe you’ve got this
though you never experience true profits
and
it's all a placebo cus urban fake thugs
add in pharmacy drugs
the addiction's
a thing of fiction
so the situation's a mind trick
those drugs are 10 percent addictive
but buzz you tired, grouchy near sick
and you think it's the comedown
just a consequence inflict
til you come around
and feel fine so feed the mind addiction
physically stretched and pulled down
but the mind's nice and content now
the lifestyle got you, not for a while,
for life
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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