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What you gunna do?
Your friends bought you drugs
Your drugs bought you friends
Then they both bought you addiction
And your addiction bought you pain.
Til all you had was poverty
And your poverty gave you crime,
And your crime cost you some time
And that time was spent inside,
And now you buying firearms
Looking for somewhere to hide.
Tell me how did that little boy
Develop such a life?
And tell me what you going to do,
When it's God you have to answer to?
When you can't blame any of the above
And 'if the shoe fits'
is YOUR shoe.
My uncle Johnny died of a
My uncle Johnny died of a heroin overdose. He had struggled with a drug affliction for many years, going in and out of rehabs. But the last time he was in rehab, it really did seem to all of us, that he was finally going to pull through this time. He came out – looking healthy and bright. And it seemed for a few short months, that he had really conquered his demons. But these type of demons are so very unpredictable. And he took a heavy nose-dive back into the drug-scene – never to return. It's a gut-wrenching thing to watch another human being destroy themselves. But alas, he is at peace in the dust... where those demons can no longer torment him. And as bleak as it may sound, it is sometimes the only place they ever find rest.
Addictions
We lost thousands to drug use, legal and street. We will lose thousands more. Healthy life is expensive. Great write, great warning portrait -allets-
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