This all started in my teens, it was just a little ****
But I found I smoked it more and more, As I felt I had the need
To pay for the substance, I sold a little crack
I lost respect for my parents, so began to answer them back
They kicked me out when I left school, Because I couldn't keep a job
I was branded by society, As a ****** or a yob
I started using needles, as a way to get my fix
Was living in a doss house, with my own kind, I had to mix
In and out of jail, it became quite systematic
This is the true-life story, of how I became an addict
Counselling I tried but it wasn't meant to be
Sitting around in circles telling stories is not for me
So, they booked me in a program which they say I cannot fail
I can hardly not turn up as it's held inside the jail
I’ve three years left to serve if I stick to the regime
After all is said and done, at least I'll come out clean
So now I'm moving forward my life no longer static
It makes me proud to say, I’m now a recovering addict.