tick, tock, the hands go by/ as I hear the click, clock/ when my life seems to fly/ I'm alone no mother left to hear my silent cry/ catagorized by the drug that provides my high/ whether it be crack rocks, heroine or cocaine/ people look on, but they don't recognize the pain/ cold hearted, no use, feels like I've be slayin/ souls ripped of the body, livin on for days/ now, i'm seen as a number filled with negative didgits/ locked behind bars, need help but cant't get it/ rotting in the brain, from my insided makes me shout/ suffering sickening withdrawl until im set out/ some say when the ball and chain come off your free/ but, I'll tell you something different if you'r talking to me/ when your out of the cell, your back into the cycle/ consuming more then needles sucking for lypo/ so thats why our system is totally unjust/ sending cats away for drug abuse is just corrupt/ because drug abuse is abuse, but on no body else? nobody else except for that one's self/ and a drug abuse has no criminal intent/ except for the intent to saty mentally content/
