The street’s coated in gum and grit
Freezing rain the dark clouds spit
He’s hurtin’, though he thought he’d quit
He needs a hit, he needs a hit
He hates himself he wants to die
He can’t even remember why
The first time he gave it a try
Have to get high, have to get high
On the corner his fix he nears
With blackened teeth the dealer leers
The drug gets rid of all his fears
But he sheds tears, but he sheds tears
The test results the doctor gave
Were something he just couldn’t brave
AIDS would soon send him to the grave
The needle’s slave, the needle’s slave
Author notes
Written December 22nd, 2004
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