The Supply

I found out recently that someone I'm very close to is using drugs. So I wrote this about addiction:


It starts with one.
Man it makes you feel good, sky high
Like you're flying, on top of the world
It sends pulsations through your body
Like you wouldn't believe the sensation tickles your mind
Sends shivers down your spine, takes over you
From your finger tips to the tips of your feet
For a divine moment your soul and spirit meet
The world is yours to conquer
You are almighty.
That's what the supply does.
I know, I get it.
After all if you regret it
You can just take a little more and that'll help you forget it
It's win-win you can't loose
So why should you be forced to choose?
Why can't people just let you feel good
Let the rush take you over
Make your problems and those of the world inconsequential for a while.
Let your body be at ease so you can sleep for a while.
Silence your thoughts so you can think, let you breathe for a while...
The thing with being high though
Is you can't see the tears your family cries
It takes your pride
And leaves it amplified
Has you thinking, "nah, I got this"
When in reality what's true
Is the fact that it's the supply that's got you.
By then, it's too often too late
When you're so caught up in its grip
No matter what you do it won't let you slip
From its vices.
The funny thing is it used you in all your guises
Lying to your people trying to hide it
To get you here today.
The supply is smart like that
It gets you to outsmart yourself
Makes you the pawn in your own game of chess
A game where you always come off second best
Looking like a second rate you.
It's true, what they say you know.
There's always someone who knows but doesn't know it
They're the ones who feel the loss the most when you're gone.



If you or anyone you know has any sort of addiction, call the SADAG helpline toll-free on 0800 121 314. SMS's can also be sent to 32312.