The Day I Get Home. (Down for the Count).

The day I get home, gonna cure my Jones Pull one back so fast Shove it to the -**_- bone. I am an addict . And that’s it. What defines me is inside me they said. If it’s true, I’m telling you …. I’m gonna wind up dead . I’m on the quick road With a heavy load Smack in my system And an arm like a hole. Baby If it don’t do me in, I’m gonna keep shooting keep rambling and lootin’; Burning my bridges till there’s nowhere to run Sweetheart, it ain’t your fault all the things that I’ve done . Sooner or late- I’m bound to pay . Dog food on my plate. Shooting straight for the sun. Damn . This feeling so grand. I am . An addict and that’s it. And I’ll never **+=__ quit . Save your speeches , your AA meetings No 12 step therapy , and no sponsor can salvage me. I don’t want your pity , Or your 12 step program . Been feeling s—-tty. All I want is a gram . Something to fix This unquenchable itch. The forbidden fruit I shoot shoot shoot. One for the road. Two for the jewelry I sold Three for the taste on the job. Four for the places I have yet to rob. Five for my dealers help. Six for the rush, I felt. Seven for the cigarette Eat for the morning regret Nine for the opiate that made me forget. 10 for the next and the next and the next…. And the next.,then… 11 for the joy ride last night; 12 for the doze at the red light. 13 for the dream. I awoke to number 14 15 was to ease my mind 16 wasn’t too far behind 17’s Just a push away. 18 I’m at my peak. Nineteen i’m fighting sleep. Inside goes 20. Spent all my money Then…. It begins back at one. Heroin in lump sums. Driving back to the slums. To get my smack on. Baby, I’m a black tar track star. Gonna wind up dead or behind bars. One more time, One for the road. Two for the jewelry I sold Three for the taste on the job Four for the places, I have yet to Rob Five for my dealers help; Six for the rush, I felt Seven for the cigarette Eight for the morning regret Nine for the opiate that made me forget… 10 for the next and the next and the next…. And the next. You guessed it 11 was for the joyride last night 12 hours for the doze (you mean dose? Right.)at the red light. 13 for the dream. I awoke the number 14. 15 was to ease my mind, but 16 wasn’t too far behind. Seventeen, just a ….push awayzzz 18. I’m at my peak Nineteen I’m fighting sleep Inside goes 20 Spent all my money, then It begins back at one Heroin in lump sums to get my smack on Baby, I’m a black tar track star. Gonna wind up dead or behind bars.