"Nightmare or Reality"

 

Hear my story of a drug well known,

it's guaranteed to get you stoned.

You can shoot it from a rig

you can smoke it up a pipe

you can snort it up your nose

do it any way you like.

 

My nightmare's coming back to me.

Or, is it cold reality?

 

To get heroin I pawned all my dreams,

to get that hit, I'd do anything.

I'd hock my father,

I'd hock my mother,

I'd hock my sister,

I'd rob you mister.

 

My nightmare's coming back to me.

Did my friend just die? How can this be?

I would steal and rob, every chance I got, to make that money, to get that shot.

It controlled my body,

it controlled my mind,

it controlled my spirit,

it got me prison time.

 

I dreamed of that day I went to my room, hand me the needle, I've got a spoon. I drew up some water, put the heroin in.

 

He took his hit,

staggered a bit,

eyes rolled high,

Gone! In a sigh.

 

My nightmares coming back to me,

nightmare or, reality?

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-Peter