My Friend?
I only have a couple friends, but the biggest on of all
Is the one thats been the best to me at only one inch tall
He has no race or nationality, but trust me he is white
And when crushed up he's powder, but makes me feel just right
I've sold my life to him, I have no more possessions
Been told to stay away because he causes mad aggressions
really a small guy in structure, only weighs 10 mg's
But when I'm stacking lint, I have to beg and say please
No one knows what its like when me and hims together
Its difficlut to explain, I'll try, its kind of like stormy weather
When you first hook up, your happy that you met
With an immeadiate buzz, you smoke a cigarette
Then your legs get tingly, weak and feel like jello
But your hyper and spontaneous going up to people to say hello
You cant stop moving, its like your in a rocking chair
In actuality your on the floor, vulnerable and bare
Last effect I can remember is your eyelids feeling heavy
Then the world turns dark and crashes down like a Nawlins' levy
I've tried to get him help but to my friend I addict
Causing separation within my family, now I'm the conflict
Now I've been in this dark alley for about two years
I sometimes think of family but the pain draws more tears
In reality I'm by myself but I do not feel alone
Because I still got my best friend, his name is Methadone