Remember, no such thing as safe drugs in the streets
Dealers cutting product with fentanyl ‘cause it’s cheap
100 times stronger than morphine, one dose will put you to sleep
Not talking counting sheep
Real power, 6 ODs in an hour.
Being found in weed, pills, and powder
New fad. Coroner coming to zip you up in a body bag.
Four deaths in a month really sad.
Kids left with no mom or dad, all because the dope they got was bad
Addiction, an epidemic the black market is glad to have
Streets not a game. Chew you up, spit you out if you’re lucky.
Many people die getting high, just trying to feel normal.
Prison not the answer, but need for more rehab centers.
So I looked at my own situation I was facing
Waking every day like I was in the movie Groundhog Day
Always the same, mentally drained, suffering chronic pain
Let me be the first to say, I’m an addict
Understand the hesitation in prescribing narcotics
So, forced to go see the street doctor. No degree, but have what I need
I plead
Dear God, please don’t be fentanyl in these pills I receive
No labels or warning, next round could be fatal
Talking two extra grains, the size of salt at your kitchen table
Call in an OD. Coroner records another fatality
A young girl, age sixteen
Solutions needed. Funerals continuously being repeated
Takes one line, one innocent looking line
Another family left behind, crying a river of pain
Drowning in regret
Death’s never had no respect.
