Hi my names Mark, I’m addicted to crack

and you know you’re addicted when you’re scared to look back

but I tried to look back at the time I first tried it

a friend offered me some kind of kind hearted

and I said no thanks, I don’t do that stuff

but after I while things got tough

and I said to myself agh let me just try it

so tried it I did and it made me excited and happy and all the bad things just faded away, until taking a hit became part of my day.

My teachers gave up, a lost cause I was called.

My friends were shocked and my parents appalled.

what have I done? what have I done? Now here’s a problem I couldn’t outrun.

I realized I hadn’t eaten in days, my loss of appetite, my eyes were glazed.

I was anxious, depressed and breathed really fast.

I hoped these effects wouldn’t last

but they lasted some time, until one day I said to myself you will be fine

so I picked up my bag and my last shred of pride and I walked with a little more step in my stride

I went to find help wherever I could, I would beat this drug, I would I would.

So slowly I stopped taking the hit, I became more energetic more physically fit.

I felt hungry again and picked up some weight,

was just in a much more happier state.

I got a job at a local Mcdees,

it didn’t pay much but it paid some fees.

I get the urge every now and then but I just stop myself and

count. To. Ten.

Because I will beat this addiction of mine, nomore hits. no more lines.

Hi my names mark I’m addicted to crack, and all I wish now is that I could go back.