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I was born with heroin in my blood
A joint in my hands
And alcohol on my breath.
My atheist mouth
Screaming for God

I was born with parched veins,
Filling with molten metal
And scratching together like pumice
On dry cracked skin
Screaming for another fix
Waiting for the needle to cure it all.

Cold shivers and bugs crawling
Coming off a high, that was so low
My mind set on two things
Drugs and mother's breast.

I'm an addict by birth
Am I an addict by fate?

The poison boils me from the inside
A paper bag bottle attached to my lips
Till the day I die.

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