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Always been a

Traffic stopper

Club hopper

Pill popper

And all the choices

I made

The people

I laid

The prices

I’ve paid

Never hit home

Until I had none

Not able to take care of

My son

Not able to have

Anymore fun

And I walk 3 miles

To nowhere

I can’t say

It aint fair

I know I put

Myself there

My clothes are

Tattered

My belongings are

Scattered

My dreams are all

Shattered

Because I took that

Step back

Fell victim to

Heroin and crack

Now my life is

Off track

And I’m looking

At nothing

Trying to find

Something

But it’ll always be

The same