Another Spell 

So here I go again with 

another spell inside

Life outside is hard

 But can’t really say I tried

Straight back on the shoplift

to fund a nasty habit

Bouncing round the outlets 

as if I was Roger Rabbit 

Hundreds every day to pay for

all the white

In and out in seconds in this sleight of hand fight 

Taking all I can from any kind of shops 

And couldn’t give a toss for the owners or the cops 

A crazy hectic life to live like this each day

But the addict doesn’t care

and I don’t get a say 

Controlled from head to toe

By the addicted inner being

My reflection in the mirror

But it isn’t me they’re seeing

Like a puppet master

my addiction pulls the strings 

Not caring how I’m feeling or 

all the sh*t it brings 

I wish that I could stop this 

But the urge is way too strong

And knowing that my gameplan

is trouble and all wrong 

But addiction is an illness and I was born with this

Like the couple in the garden 

Who got the serpent kiss 

I’ve been through all the habits 

and the latest one’s been crack 

It’s been the hardest so far 

and the monkey on my back 

Running round all manic 

To fund another score 

But no matter what I manage 

The beast inside wants more 

A never-ending battle 

which I know I’ll always lose

Though I know I’ll have to surge on

cos I don’t get to choose

A game of cat and mouse with 

The police right on my case 

And they’re always gonna catch me

Cos they all know my face 

Prolific is the title as a lifter, I’ve been named

And this is where life has led me 

No worries and not shamed 

My sentences are rising and the prison time is longer.

But the more time I am free 

The addiction just gets stronger 

I don’t mind the jail time

It’s where I’m feeling well

Detox for some time and a 

Relax in my cell 

I don’t understand though 

On the wings the urges go

Don’t think of any substance 

Won’t even think to score 

So, it’s lesser of two evils 

Locked up but I am good 

Wish I was well in civvy street

And really wish I could 

So, it’s four months now to ride 

And I’ll do it on my head 

But it’s probably not long enough

outside I’m easily led

I’ve tried so many times

To live a life that’s clean 

But the addicts always stronger 

And flat out way too keen 

So, I’ll down my pen for now 

As I’m only a week in 

Though I’m dreading getting out 

As the white’s my cardinal sin.