Seen hundreds and hundreds
and I know exactly why
Tweakers steal and lie
Tweakers cry
and Tweakers die

Brain fried
and barely alive
Always Jonesen'
to get another high
Just another day
in a ****-Head life

Beautiful girls
too soon turned
old and decrepit
Yeah we know
your sick
and you say
you can't help it

Sell their soul
and their body as well
Just another **** day
in Tweakers Hell

You stand up and say
then what is the cure?
Nobody knows
but death will do.

-R.

(10.16)
-LA

Zillions of tweaking bums
Sitting here and there some are rambling non stop
Others are rolling  the glass ****
Or WITH a rig in their,arm

Sometimes you see a few tweakers
Staring at the the pipe begging
With crocodile tears these we all know as fiends
Drama fills the little shack
Stolen electronics array and ***** needles in every trash can.. as well is outside  on  the ground
Sad and pitiful